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.

judges

foreign old lady with a benign face.

Whitney stands beside Frances.

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

don’t understand what he

it

me to see them being intimate and

audiences are

seems that everyone likes to cheer up for the

as shy as an innocent young

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

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

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

bite my lips

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

it’s so hard for me to accept the

wretched. Such a beautiful and romantic scene of them

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

I leave there

the hall, I run slap