No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Conrad finally picked up on Dustin's odd behavior.

I took a sip of water, "You should probably ask him about that... and well, I'm not really in the mood for anyone right now."

His expression was indifferent, "You don't have to keep reminding me."

"I'm just stating the facts," I said, coughing twice. Conrad patted my back gently.

"Does Ernest have no clue about your ordeal?" Conrad's question hit a nerve.

Cupping the mug, the warmth of the water chased away the chill in my body, but it couldn't dispel the coldness settled in my heart, "He came, and then he left."

Conrad didn't push further. I handed him the cup, "I'm tired, gonna catch some sleep."

As I lay down, Conrad just sat there silently. I had a fever, my eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and just before I drifted off, I heard Conrad say, "You never seemed this hurt when we broke up." Why bring that up now?

But what he said was true, breaking up with him didn't tear me up inside like this.

"Maybe because you were a slow pain, I became numb to it," I mumbled, turning over and slipping into a deep sleep.

The smell of delicious food woke me up. My eyes fluttered open to see Conrad sitting at the bedside, engrossed in his phone, so much so that he didn't notice I was awake.

really hungry, eyeing the food container on the nightstand, I tried

me gasp

phone and rushed

said, cutting to

when you wake up from being sick, just like old times. Whenever you caught a cold or had a fever, the first thing you'd do after

really being sick; it's just

forehead with his hand,

for my

ask, it

the ten

didn't love

thing

what I liked to eat

and apple pie-every item was something I hadn't eaten in

I split, I hadn't

the restaurant had everything, it lacked that home-cooked flavor, specifically, the flavor of

me with his cooking, and now he had left me to fend for

thinking about it made me feel a mix of sourness

from the restaurant; my mom made it," Conrad's

flood.