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...

I shook Ernest in my anguish, but all I could do was cry.

My tears fell on Ernest's face, rolling down his cheeks as if they were his own tears.

I cried myself to unconsciousness beside Ernest. When I woke up, I found myself lying alone on a cold hospital bed, with nothing around me but the harsh white light from the window.

Flashes of last night's darkness, Ernest's face, passed before my eyes...

My whole body seemed to seize up in an instant, the pain nearly suffocating me.

"Felicia, what's wrong, are you feeling alright?" Conrad's anxious voice came through as the door opened.

Then came Jefferson's voice, "Felicia, Felicia..."

They were all voices I recognized, but none of them were the one I was dying to hear. How I wished it was Ernest calling me Licia...

Worried, Jefferson and Conrad called for the doctor, who pulled back the covers to check on me, asking, "Where does it hurt?"

I didn't respond; the doctor sensed something was wrong and told Conrad and Jefferson, "She's

probably still in shock; yo,,

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After the doctor left, Conrad and Jefferson stood on either side of the bed, silent, just standing there while I curled up.

It seemed only by doing this could I hold onto something.

"Felicia, Ernest is gone. He loved you

so much, he wouldn't want you to be

this upset," Conrad eventually re

the

silence to console me.

His words, mentioning Ernest's love for me, only pierced my heart deeper, causing my tears to flow once again.

Yes, he did love me. It was only after hearing Yolande's words that I understood.

But if this was to be the end, then maybe Yolande shouldn't have told me the reason Ernest left me. Perhaps if he had simply died without explanation, I wouldn't be in so much pain.

"Felicia, everyone is born to eventually face death, it's just that Ernest left a bit earlier," Jefferson also tried to comfort me. They both meant well, but their attempts at consolation were futile. They couldn't understand my pain, nor could they alleviate it.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath with a hoarse voice, "Where is he now?"

I still wanted to see Ernest, to be with him quietly, without crying or shouting.