No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 620



Conrad and Jefferson didn't say anything, just staring at me with a creepy kind of calm.

I clumsily raised my head, my brain seemingly failing to catch up as I asked, "Don't you guys know?"

Struggling to sit up, I pushed on, "Then I'll go find him myself..."

"Felicia," Jefferson's voice halted me, his eyes shimmering with a reddish hue.

Blinking in confusion, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Felicia, you have to come to terms with the fact that Ernest is... gone," Conrad chimed in softly.

I nodded, a hollow laugh escaping me, "I know..."

The words felt surreal, yet I continued, "I know he's gone, that's why I want to be with him..."

Jefferson's grip on my hand tightened, causing a sharp pain. I looked at him, "Jefferson, you're hurting me."

"Felicia," his voice was raspy with emotion, "Ernest is gone. You can't see him anymore."

I stared back at him, a turmoil brewing inside me that I desperately suppressed, even going as far as to stubbornly insist, "I can, just let me go." "Felicia," Jefferson's tone grew firmer.

But his words couldn't hold me back. I tried to pry his hand off, "Let me go."

A fierce longing surged within me, an overwhelming desire to see Ernest one more time. I needed to see him; otherwise, I feared I might lose my mind.

"You can't see him," Conrad interjected sharply, pausing before adding, "He's been... cremated."

His words stopped me cold, disbelief all over my face as I was lost for words.

"Rad," Jefferson called out softly, his hand gripping my shoulder, "Felicia, you need... to stay calm."

I diverted my gaze from Conrad to look up at Jefferson, "He didn't mean that, right? Tell me Ernest is... he's not really gone, right?"

The sorrow in Jefferson's eyes deepened, "Felicia, it's okay to cry."

But I didn't want to cry, because I couldn't believe it, couldn't accept it.

My eyes narrowed, and in a burst of denial, I pushed Jefferson away, "No! You're lying, all of you are lying. I don't believe it..."

I attempted to run out, but Jefferson held me firmly, his grip unyielding The bottled-up emotions inside me erupted, and I began to hit him, though he refused to let go no matter how hard I fought. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

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Yet, Jefferson didn't flinch, enduring it silently.

When I could no longer maintain my grip, I pleaded weakly, "Please don't be so cruel, stop it..."

"Felicia, you have to accept it," Conrad's voice came again, unbidden.

How could I accept it?

Ernest, so full of life, had been right there with me, dodging and weaving through the crowd at Brown's, his heartbeat, his warmth still felt within reach. How could he just be gone? Content belongs to

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"Jefferson, take me to him," I begged, ignoring Conrad's harsh truth. He was shattering the last sliver of hope I clung to.

Jefferson looked at Conrad, then back at me, "Okay, I'll take you," he said, helping me up.

As we walked, I didn't know where

we were headed. Despite my refusal to accept Conrad's words, deep down,+ knew he wasn't just speaking without thought, letalone lying to me. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

The further we walked, the heavier my heart felt.

Before we even reached our destination, a sign stopped me in my tracks, shaking me to my core.

"Do you still want to go?" Jefferson's voice was soft, sensing my distress.

Did I want to go? Yes, I needed to.

I wanted to see Ernest one last time, even if... all that remained was a handful of ashes.