No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Henrik nodded slightly, then straightened up. "Right, you're not lovesick. But I'm curious, why did you save Jeff? Is he that important to you?"

Henrik seemed friendly, not pressing for answers, but he was setting traps with every step, trying to figure out who mattered most to me. He wanted to exploit my value to its fullest. "Not important," I said crisply, three words clear and direct.

Henrik chuckled, clearly not convinced. "Yet, you used your one chance to save him."

"That's because Jeff taught me how to play baseball. So, this opportunity should belong to him," I said, causing Henrik to shake his head.

"Why wouldn't you fight for yourself? Fight to make me let you go?" Henrik tested human nature once again.

"You're keeping me here to watch the game anyway. I doubt I'd make it to the airport even if I tried leaving. Besides, I came here to see Jeff play. I don't want to leave," I said, glancing at Henrik's forearm, which he had rolled up his sleeve to reveal. There seemed to be a scar.

Noticing my gaze, he pulled up his sleeve further, exposing half his arm. A deep scar was visible. "It's not fully healed yet. I'll get a tattoo over it, so it won't look so ugly."

He was concerned about it looking ugly.

"Who did that to you?" I asked, somewhat knowingly.

Henrik smiled lightly. "You don't know?"

laid out, I dropped the act, "So, this is

down his

grudge with him isn't just about

"You and Ernest knew

you guys date?

how to hit where it

gave a bitter smile.

bit more pity. "Seems like he really didn't love you. Otherwise, why wouldn't he share

if he loved me, he should be here

then felt a warmth on my crown. Henrik was patting my head,

not used to

do."

was about to pull away when he withdrew his hand, saying, "Ernest

QUMS

grasped his meaning

turn. I saw him rushing toward me,

would come for me,

voice echoed beside me. "He must love you more than