No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

To Chase or Not?

I wanted to chase, to get some clarity. But as I saw the lunchbox thrown into the trash can, my courage faltered.

It wasn't just the lunchbox he discarded, nor the food inside. It was my feelings he threw away.

So why bother chasing, asking, only to embarrass myself?

I put down the lunchbox I had retrieved and walked back to my hospital bed, no longer able to bring myself to eat.

The person who had brought back the lunchbox seemed to catch the drift and carefully placed it in front of me.

"Just take it back," I said.

"No, it's fine..." the person withdrew their hand.

"It was you who picked it up, it should be yours. Besides, you can eat it without worry," I said, before picking up my fork again and angrily digging into my meal.

Conrad caught someone's eye from across the room, signaling them to take the lunchbox away and then stopped me from continuing to fork a meatball, "Don't take out your frustration on my food." After a pause, he added, "Maybe Ernest left because he saw me here."

That hit me hard. I remembered Conrad wiping my face earlier, and my heart felt sore.

like I couldn't

up the food

had no idea until Jacqueline called. "Felicia, there wasn't any trouble when Rad brought you food, was

aback, "Jacqueline, what's

he had a bruise on his lip, looked like he got into a fight, so I

thought crossed my mind. Had Conrad gone to confront

didn't voice this thought. Jacqueline rambled on a bit

up with Jacqueline,

was back at work, and as if on cue, I bumped into Grant as soon as

shall we say, slim and trim than a few days ago." He was

shoulder and a recent flood, I had

I managed, hiding my inner

Collins? He's lost weight too, at least five pounds," Grant held up

noticed if he

not because whenet

all

he looked at me.

respond to that, and Grant stepped closer, "So, you two haven't

Ernest's attitude and stubbornly added, "We've broken up, why make

My fiancée and I argue all the time, 'breaking up more often than