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.

seemed like I couldn't clear my

Conrad had already packed up the food

say where he was going, and I had no idea until Jacqueline called. "Felicia, there wasn't

taken aback,

a fight, so I just wanted to check in," Jacqueline's words made

Conrad gone

on a bit more

Jacqueline, I left the

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

slim and trim than a few days ago." He was implying

cold shoulder and a

I managed, hiding my inner turmoil behind a facade

Mr. Collins? He's lost weight too, at

if he was

not because whenet

all I cared

he looked at me.

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

stubbornly added, "We've broken up, why make

I argue all the time, 'breaking up