No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



Even though Ernest had recorded his last game for me, it just wasn't the same as being there in person.

"Alright, I'll save the best seat for you," Jefferson said to me with a smile.

"Go get 'em, Jefferson," I said, making a fist of encouragement.

Jefferson nodded. "You take care of yourself too."

"Yeah, I'm about to grab some food and hit the sack," I said, feeling my eyelids getting heavier by the minute.

I had a rough night and didn't sleep well, felt wide awake all day, and now, just when I was finally feeling sleepy, I was ready to drop my phone and crash.

"Get some rest, let Ernest whip up something nice for you," Jefferson said before hanging up.

I tossed my phone aside and glanced at the kitchen, shrouded in darkness.

I did want him to make me something good, but that required him actually showing up.

He was playing hard to get, and I wondered how long he could keep that up.

With those thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

After nearly twenty-four hours without sleep, I was exhausted. I slept so deeply I didn't even dream, waking only when the morning sun hit my eyes.

For some reason, I was still feeling tired, so I turned over and buried my head in the pillow. But that move made every muscle in my body scream in pain, making me cry out involuntarily, "Ernest, I'm hurting, give me a massage."

However, my call was met with silence, no movement or response. I called out again, "Ern..."

I stopped before I could finish his name, suddenly awake.

Ernest wasn't here anymore. Why was I still calling for him? That's the scary part about habits.

I had gotten used to Conrad, and now, Ernest.

Used to having them around, and now I had to get used to them being gone, leaving me all alone again.

My phone started ringing while I was still lost in thought, and it took me a while to reach for it.

It was Dustin calling.

He had texted me, and I hadn't

replied

now he was calling

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directly. I could ignore it, but might just show up here.

It was probably wiser to just answer it.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I finally picked up. "Dustin."

"Still in bed?" Dustin could hear the sleepiness in my voice.

"Yeah, something up so early, Dustin?" I asked.

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Dustin was silent for a moment before asking, "How are things with Ernest?"

I stayed silent for a few seconds too. "Can we not talk about it?"

"He still doesn't believe you, huh?" Dustin guessed.

I didn't reply, having already expressed my stance.

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Understanding my silence, Dustin press further. Instead, he said, "I'm downstairs, brought you. breakfast." Content belon

"Downstairs?" I asked, looking towards the window.

"Yeah, at your office building."

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Hearing that, I sighed. "I'm still not

up,

Don't wait for me, I

sure when I'll be heading to

office."

"Alright, I'll leave the breakfast on your desk," Dustin said, and I wanted to stop him.

But then I remembered the advice Fanny had given me, so I didn't say anything.

It wasn't long before I received a photo from Dustin, the breakfast neatly placed on my office desk.

But by the time I got to the office, my desk was empty.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Where did my breakfast go?