No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Even though Ernest had recorded his last game for me, it just wasn't the same as being there in person.

"Alright, I'll save the best seat for you," Jefferson said to me with a smile.

"Go get 'em, Jefferson," I said, making a fist of encouragement.

Jefferson nodded. "You take care of yourself too."

"Yeah, I'm about to grab some food and hit the sack," I said, feeling my eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

I had a rough night and didn't sleep well, felt wide awake all day, and now, just when I was finally feeling sleepy, I was ready to drop my phone and crash.

"Get some rest, let Ernest whip up something nice for you," Jefferson said before hanging up.

I tossed my phone aside and glanced at the kitchen, shrouded in darkness.

I did want him to make me something good, but that required him actually showing up.

He was playing hard to get, and I wondered how long he could keep that up.

With those thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

After nearly twenty-four hours without sleep, I was exhausted. I slept so deeply I didn't even dream, waking only when the morning sun hit my eyes.

For some reason, I was still feeling tired, so I turned over and buried my head in the pillow. But that move made every muscle in my body scream in pain, making me cry out involuntarily, "Ernest, I'm hurting, give me a massage."

However, my call was met with silence, no movement or response. I called out again, "Ern..."

I could finish his name,

Why was I still calling for him?

had gotten used to Conrad, and

to having them around, and now I had to get used to them being gone,

thought, and it took me

It was Dustin calling.

me, and

now he

ignore

might

just show up here.

wontent

wiser to

seconds, I

could hear the sleepiness in my

so early, Dustin?"

he

for a moment before asking, "How

a few seconds too.

believe

didn't reply, having already expressed my

silence, Dustin didn't press further. Instead, he

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