No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



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I was certain now that it was some fabricated news that had led him to misunderstand me.

While I did have a role in this mess, the anger boiling inside me was undeniable. We had promised to trust each other, yet he was ready to condemn me without a word based on mere news.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "If I say it's a big mess, would you just turn around and walk away?"

"Yes!" Ernest shot back with unnerving certainty.

I gritted my teeth. "Ernest, you're really top-notch at being a jerk."

He didn't respond, just looked at me with a calm that made it impossible to lash out with the harsh words teetering on the tip of my tongue.

I spun around, fuming, and plopped down on the couch. Ernest followed, taking a seat but keeping a deliberate distance between us.

When he used to hover over me, I'd scoot away, and he'd pull me back into his arms. Now, he maintained this calculated gap, clearly signaling his state of mind.

My heart felt sour as I faced him. "Are you really breaking up with me?"

"It was you who mentioned breaking up," he said, his voice deep and eerily soothing.

I noticed his voice dipped lower when he was upset, and somehow, it was also when he sounded most attractive.

I sulked, feeling hurt. "I said it because I was mad you didn't come to see me."

"I visited," he said, sticking to his usual few words.

"But I didn't know. I wasn't awake. I wanted to see you the moment I opened my eyes," my voice broke, "Ernest, you're the person I want to see when I wake up."

He remained silent, his gaze softening after a moment, "Are you sure it's really me you want?"

I understood the news had hurt him, casting doubts about my feelings.

"Ernest, saving Conrad wasn't about lingering feelings for him. It was about valuing life. It wouldn't have mattered who it was, I would've done the same," I explained, inching closer.

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Ernest stayed still as I moved next to him and grasped his arm. "The news twisted it. Holding Conrad's hand was to comfort him during a blood transfusion, given his critical state."

He was silent as I tightened my grip on his hand, "Ernest, if you don't believe me, I swear..."

Before I could finish, he cut me off, "It's not just about the news."

I froze, "What else is it then?"

His gaze darkened, "Don't you remember what you said?"

I was clueless, shaking his hand for an answer, "What did I say?"

Ernest's jaw clenched, his Adam's apple more pronounced than usual, "Felicia, are you trying to twist the knife even further?" "No," I shook my head, "I genuinely don't know."

He looked into my eyes as if peering into my soul, "Felicia, are you with me because you love me, or is it for some other reason?" "Of course, it's because I love you," I didn't hesitate.

"But you admitted to Conrad, in your own words, that you're with me out of gratitude," Ernest's revelation stunned me.

When did I ever say that?

"Ernest, I didn't, I..."

"That day of the accident, you two were talking in the car, and I heard everything over the phone. Are you going to deny it?"

My throat closed up, my mind racing back. Sure, Conrad had spilled his heart out, but I didn't recall saying my feelings for Ernest were merely out of gratitude.

"Felicia, I can overlook whoever you've loved before, but I need us to be together because of love, nothing else Ernest paused, "I won't accept my love being someone's charity."

"Ernest, so you're dismissing my feelings for you based on something you heard? Can't you tell how I really feel about you?" I demanded.

"My feeling is that you love Conrad more than me," Ernest's words left me speechless.