No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Resentment runs deep, but anger digs even deeper.

Yet, my mix of love and hate isn't something I can share with her.

But she, taking the initiative, probably out of unease, feared I'd cling to Ernest again.

I met her gaze with a wry smile, "Ms. Clark, we're hardly acquaintances. My affairs of the heart are none of your business. As for whether I despise Ernest or not, he knows best." "He might, but I'm in the dark," Yolande insisted.

I looked at this bold and quirky woman, "Ms. Clark is worried I'll entangle Ernest in drama again, huh? Rest easy, even if Ernest came crawling back, I wouldn't spare him a second glance." "Ms. Hudson, you're quite the ice queen," Yolande said, her tone teasing.

I couldn't help but smirk, "What's it to you, Ms. Clark? Looking for a showdown?"

Before she could respond, I added, "You won't get the chance in this lifetime."

With that, I turned around, only to come face-to-face with Ernest, who had arrived without me noticing. He stood there, his gaze deep and intense, as if he'd heard every word I'd just said.

To me, it was better he heard. He needed to know that when I loved him, he was my everything. Now discarded, he meant nothing.

Our silent stare lasted a few seconds before I walked away.

by a suffocating sensation. It seemed the act of hurting him wounded me as well. "Does it feel awful?" Yolande's voice reached

they were approaching, but I couldn't face them again, shrinking back

Yolande continued, "I think you should

to do later, and leave the rest... It's not your

faded as they moved away, her

my corner,

me. What was

head, obvious belongs

to tell me?

filling me with doubts as I returned to my

there, engrossed in

Thought you'd bolted," he

even if I wanted to?" I retorted

let me roam because he knew I couldn't escape his

departure would spell trouble for Jefferson. "Why not try running for once?"

especially after overhearing that conversation. Was he hiding something from

Yolande's interaction with him lacked any hint