No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



I was still glued to the TV, watching the showdown between two of the greatest contemporary athletes in the nation. Each play was more thrilling than the last.

As I enjoyed the game, I turned to Haley and casually asked, "Who do you think will win this one?"

"Felicia, you actually showed up?" Haley didn't bite on my question, instead, her tone was sharp and accusatory.

I pulled up a chair by her hospital bed and settled in, eyes back on the game. "Weren't you waiting for me to come?"

She was out for blood, and it was clear I was the target.

"You showing up changes nothing. I'll make sure you pay, and it'll hurt more than if you did it yourself," Haley's malice was no longer hidden.

As my favorite player executed a perfect forehand slam, securing the set amidst roaring cheers, I turned back to face Haley. Her complexion was ashen, her frame gaunt, and even her lips had a blue tinge. She looked pitifully frail.

"I'm not sure what you expect me to give up... But you, on the other hand, don't seem to be faring too well these days," I said, reaching out to touch her face.

She recoiled sharply. "Don't touch me."

I chuckled, "What, afraid I might do something to you right now?"

I withdrew my hand, glancing at my nails, reminded of something Ernest had said in jest last night, "I'll do your nails tomorrow."

"Felicia, if you have the guts, just kill me. If you don't, then wait for me to kill you," Haley spat out with venom.

My gaze shifted from my nails to meet her eyes. "So, who do you think will end up killing whom?"

She glared at me, full of resentment, but didn't answer.

The game on TV resumed, and I turned my attention back to it, leaving the conversation behind.

Haley remained silent too, but she wasn't watching the game. She was watching me.

The match was intensifying, with

neither side giving an inch after numerous exchanges. With each powerful stroke, my excitement grew, and I couldn't help but exclaim, "Incredible, absolutely incredible."

"Felicia, cut the crap. I know why you're here. Let me tell you, I'll make sure your best friend pays for your actions," Haley broke the silenee during a particularly gripping moment.

My eyes stayed on the game, but I responded, "I know."

"Just stop and maybe I'll let it go," she continued to bluster.

"Oh, I know that too," I kept my focus on the match.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

At that moment, watching the game was far

ore appealing than arguing

with her. Plus, I realized how lucky I

was to witness such an exciting

match.

"What else do you know?" she was clearly frustrated by my dismissive answers.

"You really want to know?" I replied with a light smile.

Just then, the TV screen went black.

I turned to see Haley holding the remote, having turned off the TV.

This woman really knew how to push my buttons.

"Turn it back on!" I demanded.

"Get out. Just get out," Haley pointed towards the door with the remote.

"Turn the TV back on," I repeated firmly.

Haley tossed the remote aside. "Felicia, I know you think you can throw the Wagner family weight around, but not here."

"Throwing my weight around?" I laughed, "Well, let me show you what that really looks like."

Rising from my chair, I leaned in closer to her-