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

and a foreign old lady with a benign face. The old lady looks

Whitney stands beside Frances.

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

host is talking in foreign language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made

it

miserable for me to see

are

likes to cheer up for

in the cheer, as shy as an innocent

has printed in my mind. Thinking

smiles at the audience, but I feel he’s

turns aside and cups her face in his hands, bending forward and

the audience. I bite my lips tightly,

His kiss on my lips is always overbearing

me to accept the fact that he

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 want to go back to the

I leave

hall, I run slap into a