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 of

with a benign face. The

Whitney stands beside Frances.

towards them and suggests in a smiling tone, “I heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to

understand what he is

of it

just miserable for me to see them being

audiences are already

seems that everyone likes to cheer up for the fun, on matter which country

the cheer, as shy as

way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my

at the audience, but I feel he’s smiling at

and cups her face in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft

there are cheerful yells and whistles in the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the kiss, as if kissing

my lips is always overbearing and

it’s so hard for me to accept the fact that he

feel wretched. Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them

low

I leave there

hall, I run slap