No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Conrad looked like he had been through a war zone. His hair was a mess, and a stubble had begun to take over his usually clean-shaven face. It was the first time I'd seen him in such disarray, a clear sign that his night had been as restless as mine. He must have caught wind of his father's actions; why else would he have blown up my phone all night? Even though I deeply resented him, the mastermind behind my suffering, I realized I felt no hatred when I actually faced him. Instead, there was an unsettling calmness, perhaps a sign that my capacity for hate had reached its limit.

Standing awkwardly at the door, this was hardly the place for a heart-to-heart. "Come in," I said with an unexpected serenity.

Conrad slumped onto the couch across from me. "My mom... she told me everything... Felicia, I'm sorry..."

His apology hung in the air, unfinished. I knew there was more he came to say.

"Felicia, I know saying sorry is meaningless now, so I'm here to ask you..." He hesitated, his eyes searching mine.

It wasn't a question, more of a plea. "Could you let him be, just for my dad's sake? He doesn't have much time left."

A plea from Conrad was a rarity. Despite his flaws, he was undeniably devoted to his family.

he'd deserve nothing less than to pay with his life for

debt? It's a debt of life," I found my voice rising, betraying

all I had

do anything you ask in return." But how could they ever make up for losing my parents? That's what really tore me up. "What do you

etched into his features. "Felicia, I know nothing we do can bring your

them back to life. I'm left talking to cold

do you know who I hate the most?" I fought to

myself," I lifted my arm, striking it with the other hand. "I hate that I share the same blood type as you. Why

pain and regret flashing

one truly to blame," I spat out, the memories of our past, once sweet, now a bitter joke. "Yes, I know I'm to blame,"

"What good does that do? Can

your hatred lessen? Would it ease your