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

face. The old lady looks familiar, but I can’t remember who she

Whitney stands beside Frances.

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

understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made

it injures

to see them being intimate

audiences are

cheer up for

slightly in the cheer, as shy as an innocent

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

the audience, but I feel

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

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

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

me to accept

Such a beautiful and romantic scene

low voice, “I’m not feeling comfortable. I want to

I leave there

of the hall, I