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.

I couldn't clear

up the food in front of me and left without

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

taken aback,

got into a fight,

Had Conrad gone

rambled on a bit more and even asked if the

hanging up with Jacqueline, I left

and as if on cue, I bumped into

"Director Hudson, you look even more... shall we say, slim and trim than a

have? Between Ernest's cold shoulder and

managed, hiding

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

noticed if he was

not because whenet

him, all I

he looked at me.

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

of Ernest's attitude and stubbornly added,

look at it. Every couple argues. My fiancée and I argue all the time, 'breaking up more often than