No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Wait up," Conrad said, getting up swiftly.

Now, he seemed to be at my beck and call, always ready to step in even when I hadn't asked.

If he had been like this before, perhaps we wouldn't have reached the point of breaking up.

But there are no ifs in this world, and I don't want to dwell on what's been missed.

I looked away from him, my gaze accidentally landing on his phone. I saw a paused video of myself from three years ago.

But what I did back then or why that video was taken, I had no clue.

I wanted to take a closer look, but it felt inappropriate. In the midst of my hesitation, Conrad returned with a glass of water.

He noticed I'd seen his phone but didn't show any embarrassment, just smiled naturally. "I was going through some old photos and videos while you were asleep. You look even better now than you did back then."

After taking a sip of water, I joined in the teasing, "Oh, so you've always thought I wasn't pretty enough, and that's why..."

"Stop right there," he cut me off, "Let's not talk about him anymore."

water soothed

cut off things with Haley?" I asked, taking a bite of a crisp, sweet and sour pickle that refreshed

his phone again, ignoring my question. I

finally spoke

Haley had left me with, I knew it wasn't that simple. But since Conrad put it that way, I just hummed in

reached over and wiped a smudge of grease

lips. "Next

but sometimes it's an instinct. You act before

Like how he used to check my forehead for fever, something

eating, when suddenly,

member from the bed across came in, saying, "There was this guy loitering outside our room, holding

swne

instinctively glancing towards the door, but it was

no good, so I followed him quietly. And guess what? He threw the lunch

eat anymore, "Which bin did he throw it

member looked startled by my question, then awkwardly held up a lunch

over, took the box,

three layers: a spicy salad, a