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.

three judges consisting

lady with a benign face.

Whitney stands beside Frances.

tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is

I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what

word of it injures

me to see them

are

for the fun, on

as

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

at the audience, but

cups her face in his hands, bending

are cheerful yells and whistles in the audience. I bite

on my lips is always overbearing and wild, without any love.

me to accept

feel wretched. Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them makes me

and say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable.

I leave

of the hall, I