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.

container on the nightstand, I tried

on my body made me gasp in pain, thwarting

Conrad immediately dropped his phone and rushed over, "You're awake, why didn't

I said, cutting to

old times. Whenever you caught a cold or had a fever, the first thing

or fever isn't really being sick; it's just an

my forehead with his

wipe for my

it

ten years

didn't love

thing was

liked to eat

apple pie-every item was something I hadn't

Ernest and I split, I hadn't had such

restaurant had everything, it lacked that home-cooked flavor,

his cooking, and now he had left me to

made me feel a

the restaurant; my mom

flood.