In My Desperate Time

I check it all over first before putting the tools into the bag.

Then, I bring the bag to eat with Nicole.

I always keep the bag in sight, except... When I go to the restaurant's bathroom.

I suddenly turn my gaze to Nicole. She panicky lower her head as soon as she looks into my eyes.

I can nearly confirm that Nicole has done something.

I'm really naive. How could I believe Nicole? She has been friends with Whitney for so many years, Whitney must have told her about me and Frances. Once there's a problem, helping Whitney will be preferable than helping me.

It's just that, I don't even have a pen now.

What should I do?

When everyone is sketching quickly, I'm the only one who sits there in confusion.

The MC probably feels that there's something wrong too. He walks over and asks me what's wrong.

I say, “My brush is gone.”

Every designer has their own sketching tools that they absolutely won't lend to other people so easily.

Now without my sketching brush, I can't think of other way else than sitting here.

Even if I buy a new one, there's

look at the person they want

instinctively look

suddenly stands up

the only person who can comfort me is gone,

me, smiling as

pledged so

out that she already knows how to stop me

thought I

it's just a

any brush,

am so disappointed at

putting my things away silently before standing

going to tell the MC that I'm

I stand up, I see

a set

see it, I know that it's the limited

Don't tell me...

flashes through

Frances is really walking up the

this man walks toward me like a

when I had

that has been living underground for so long and craves for the