In My Desperate Time

Frances’ face suddenly turns gloomy.

He stares at me for a long time and speaks slowly. "I have already told you a long time ago. Mind your own business. Never ask about things that doesn’t concern you. Is it that difficult for you?"

Frances’ sudden indifference breaks my heart.

He doesn’t know that I am asking out of love.

Maybe it's best for him not to know for the rest of his life.

"It's not difficult. I'm just curious. I won't ask again if you don't want to talk about it." I grin at him reluctantly, take the bowl from his hand, and go straight downstairs.

As soon as I walk out of his door, I run into Mr. Louis who is looking around with his door opened.

"Oh, there you are, Jane. I was so hungry that I fell asleep just now. Hurry up and bring me the noodles."

I look at the bowl, and there is nothing left except the big bowl of soup.

How can I give it to Mr. Louis like this?

"There is nothing left here. But I will cook another bowl for you if you are still in the mood to eat.”

It

head. His eyes suddenly look sharp, and

in line and eat my noodles, kid! I was drooling in my dreams, and I still can’t have it

acquiesce to their age. Isn't it good to go to bed and

lips and says in return.

this to me

he

can't help but want to

looks like the grandfather and his grandson are going to have

still feel like

at the door

pissed that I

go downstairs to wash the dishes. Then I plan to go to

still arguing with Frances. In

too

and lay down. Maybe I will fall asleep after playing with my phone for

many missed calls on the phone. All of them are

of him still