In My Desperate Time

I really don’t want to remember so clearly, but I just can’t forget his birthday after joining his birthday party last time. Even if I hate him to death now.

Sitting in a trance in the pub corner, suddenly I find that it is unusually quiet tonight.

Looking around, I can only see a few people. Usually there are hundreds of people in this pub every night, but tonight, there are only a dozen people in total.

They all sit in the largest open private room, watching the pole dancer on the stage with intense interest. Seen from their dresses, these people should be either rich or famous. Upper ones occasionally will come to this pub, but it's the first time to see so many people at once.

At this moment, Fiona, another waitress comes over. I hurriedly stop her and ask, “What happened tonight?”

“Don’t you know? Manager said in the meeting that someone booked the whole pub tonight.”

in that meeting. I give Fiona an embarrassed smile, “I know but I wonder

generous with tips.

arouse my interest. I can only feel I am alive when seeing him. It’s the hate to him that supports me till

in the private room, I guess whether it’s my illusion because I want to see him

you finally come.” Someone stands up and

I feel like ages have

those who flatter him indifferently. When I was by his side in the past, I often wondered if there is anyone in the world who can make him smile from his

I am. I am

heart beats like a drum, fiercely and