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.

are three judges consisting of the

a benign face. The

Whitney stands beside Frances.

them and suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now

also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood

word of it injures my

me to see them being intimate

are

to cheer up for the

cheer, as shy

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

smiles at the audience, but I feel

cups her face in his hands, bending

the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen

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

for me to accept the fact that he loves

Such a beautiful and romantic scene of

quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable.

I leave there

the hall, I run slap into a