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

a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but

Whitney stands beside Frances.

heard that you are a couple. Now that the theme of this competition is ‘love’, may I ask you to

good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough,

of it injures my

just miserable for me to see them being intimate and

are

up for the fun, on

cheer, as shy

he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering kiss, my lips seem to

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

cups her face in his hands,

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

this. His kiss on my lips is always overbearing

hard for me to accept the fact that he

and romantic scene of

stand on my feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want to go

I leave there

the hall,