No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Ernest's eyes seemed to darken as he turned his gaze towards Yolande.

She raised an eyebrow, embodying the very essence of assertiveness.

In Ernest's world, she seemed to roam freely, undaunted by his presence. "Spill it, then. No use in tormenting the poor soul," Yolande chimed in.

Ernest looked back at me. "If you're leaving, go pack your..."

"Ernest," I cut him off, "why can't you give a straight answer?"

"I'll leave you two to chat," Yolande said, distancing herself from the conversation.

There we stood, Ernest and I, face to face.

"So, what do you think my big secret is?" he retorted.

That got me. Yolande was already playing coy, and now Ernest was dodging the question.

It was clear he didn't want to talk.

you have a secret or not, it doesn't matter to me anymore. Knowing won't change anything," I snapped back, frustration

I even trying to

mere curiosity, and now

all tight. I

told me to pack, but what did I have

brought me here with nothing; all my belongings were still at

wished to take with

I couldn't take it without being

wasn't snooping for the sake of it;

a bit calmer, I walked to the door. The others were gone, leaving only Yolande querying Ernest, "Are you in

response, but he walked

danger. What danger? From Brown, or

curious, I was no longer interested. Ernest's fate was

myself of this and walked over

looked at me, but I didn't give her

to me; Ernest's fiancée, yet seemingly eager