No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 619

I tried to get closer to him once again, when suddenly Yolande let out a sob, "Ernest."

My heart felt like it was being torn apart. Slowly, I lifted my head to look at Ernest, only to see his eyes gently closed, his eyelashes no longer fluttering, his other hand that was resting by the bed had gone limp. "Ernest," I whispered his name, but he didn't respond to me anymore.

Shaking my head in denial, I cupped his face in my hands, "Ernest, Ernest...you haven't finished your words. Keep talking... Ernest, say something, you..."

The words that followed were choked off; I couldn't bring myself to speak them. Instead, I leaned down to kiss him, his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his lips...

But no matter how much I kissed him, he never responded again.

He would never say, "Licia, stop it..." like he used to.

"Ernest, don't leave me, you're all I have..."

When I screamed those words, my chest felt utterly hollow.

This despair was even worse than when I lost my parents. Perhaps back then, I was too young to fully grasp the concept of death. Having experienced the loss of my parents, facing Ernest's departure now filled me with fear and helplessness. In this world, there was no longer that person, when you think of him, longing for him, he's no longer visible, no longer within reach...

in my anguish, but all I could do

on Ernest's face, rolling down his cheeks

myself to unconsciousness beside Ernest. When I woke up, I found myself lying alone on a

Ernest's face,

to seize up in

alright?" Conrad's anxious voice came through as the door

came Jefferson's

I recognized, but none of them were the one I was dying to hear. How I wished it was Ernest

for the doctor, who pulled back the covers to check on me, asking, "Where

didn't respond;

was wrong and

Conrad and Jefferson, "She's

in shock;

comfort her."

on either side

seemed only by doing this could I

He loved you so much, he

Conrad eventually