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 my

Haley?" I asked, taking a bite of a crisp, sweet and sour

his phone again, ignoring my question. I didn't

finally spoke

it wasn't that simple. But since Conrad put it that way, I just

pausing me. He reached over and wiped a smudge of grease from

"Next time, just remind

then agreed, "Sure, but sometimes it's an instinct.

Like how he

eating, when suddenly,

in, saying, "There was this guy loitering outside our room, holding a lunch box. Wonder what he was

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paused mid-bite, instinctively glancing towards the door, but it was

"I thought he was up to no good, so I followed him quietly. And guess what? He

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question, then awkwardly held up a lunch

took the box,

it Inside were three layers: a spicy salad, a bowl of