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 throat

I asked, taking a bite of a crisp, sweet and sour pickle that refreshed

question. I didn't press further and focused

eating, Conrad finally

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

and wiped a smudge

pursed my lips. "Next time, just

"Sure, but sometimes it's an instinct.

hard to break. Like how

eating, when suddenly,

this guy loitering outside our room, holding a lunch box.

swne

instinctively glancing towards the door, but

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

anymore, "Which bin did

startled by my question, then awkwardly

over, took

were three layers: a spicy salad, a bowl of