No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved so many people each year, to the point of not having enough money to get his sister a heart transplant.

Besides, in Conrad's case, if I hadn't given blood, it would have been like letting him die. I really couldn't figure out Ernest Collins's intentions, and I didn't want to pretend to be confused. So, I suddenly opened my eyes, leaving no place for his tenderness to hide.

He paused as his hand caressing my face froze; the softness and pain in his gaze were unmistakable.

But after a brief stiffness, he withdrew his hand, yet I caught it faster, "Ernest, what do you mean? You obviously care about me and are hurting for me, so why are you tormenting me?"

As I spoke, my tears burst forth.

I guess I'm just a crier, huh?

Sometimes I think I can be tough, but tears always show up to mess things up. Let them flow if they want, especially in front of Ernest, to let him see clearly that I love him and can't bear to lose him. This way, he could also see how much I love him.

He didn't speak or even tend to my tears. Just now, he had lovingly wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, but now that I was awake and crying, he didn't bother. His silence like this was truly driving me insane. "Ernest, what do you really want? Speak up. Why do you love me yet don't want me?" My voice became shrill, almost hysterical. "I've already told you," his voice was deep and resonant.

I shook my head. "I don't believe you. You're not someone who gets confused over right and wrong, gets jealous without reason, and even if we broke up, you're not having an easier time either; otherwise, you wouldn't be pulling all-nighters with Grant or sneaking smokes."

A few times that I passed him, I smelled tobacco on him.

love you, and of

only

times, "I love you, but not to the extent of

doesn't mean I

only half explained when Ernest interrupted me, "Not loving him isn't enough. You being with me, your life should be mine. If you can

irrational, and I started to feel frustrated,

if you love, you do it

nearly lost my life trying to save Conrad. Like when Conrad was

endured, if I have now inflicted it

was my mistake, I was

his hands, "Ernest, I was wrong this time. I promise there won't be a

first time,

as I spoke, my chest

his arms, hugging his neck tightly, "Ernest, let's mend things. Let's not break up, okay?" My tears

feeling of

lost gave me

I