In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

judges consisting of

with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar,

Whitney stands beside Frances.

you are a couple. Now that the

understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he

word of it injures my

to see

audiences are

everyone likes to cheer up for the fun, on matter

in the cheer, as shy

Frances’s lips. The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips seem to be

smiles at the audience, but

face in his hands, bending

and whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss,

His kiss on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without any love. Whitney is different

hard for me to accept the fact that

Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them

on my feet and say to Nicole with a quite low

I leave there

of the hall, I