No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 622

I brought Ernest back home, to our homeland.

On an evening as the sun was setting, I buried him in the place we'd planned to grow old together.

After burying Ernest, I didn't immediately leave. Instead, I stayed by his side for thirty-five days, a time our culture refers to as the mourning period.

As a child, I remember my mother once saying that the souls of the departed don't vanish right away. They linger, staying close to their loved ones for a while. Though I wasn't sure if it was true, I chose to believe it. I couldn't bear the thought of Ernest's soul being all alone. So, I stayed, waiting until his soul had moved on before I could bring myself to leave.

During those days, I turned off my phone and lived a simple life, much like Susie Collins used to. I read books, picked flowers to make sun tea, and painted. My subject was always Ernest, reminiscent of how Dustin once filled a room with portraits of me. I often spoke to Ernest, especially at dawn and dusk.

"Ernest, could you visit me in my dreams tonight to finish the conversations we never had?"

"Ernest, I miss you so much. I wish I could hug you, but all I feel is this hollow ache, making me want to join you in another world."

"Ernest, today I found a little bird. It seems lost without its mother. I'm going to try and feed it, maybe help it grow?"

"Ernest..." I talked incessantly, though I never got a response.

beside him, the

of the mourning period, I brought fresh flowers to

to work and live a normal life. To face everyone I

a gust of wind blew, tangling a strand of

welled up in my eyes. Over the past month, I hadn't cried much,

the longing

became unbearable. Conteer

the tousled hair from my face, "Ernest, is that

wind seemed to

and dreamt of Ernest. He came in, calling my

and embraced him tightly, "Ernest, you finally

ran his hand through

here

both of us."

Go

couldn't remember all his words. I just

eyes, I found myself alone, clutching Ernest's

was all a dream,