In My Desperate Time

“Frances, what are you doing, let go of me!”

I yank my hand out with all my might but in vain, even though my hands chafe.

I don’t know what he wants to do. As time passes, his silence makes me feel scared.

I am seeking revenge on him but I find I’m totally not ready for it when he abruptly appears in front of me. I’m stuck and lost at this moment.

He takes me out of the bar and from a far distance away, I see that familiar Maybach.

I’m so terrified that I lean over and bite hard on his arm.

It is literally a hard bite.

However, Frances doesn’t stop his steps and instead he walks even faster.

I loosen my mouth and look at the dental print on his shirt, a faint trace of blood seeping out.

It looks hurt very much, but he has no response at all. Does he lose his feelings?

gets to the car, he pushes me into the back seat, and then he follows me in, with the

locked.

the car but I feel depressed

panic now that I’ve been

there and ask coldly. “What

you been

the car. There seems to

nastily, “Why do

and now he asks me

asks me with a deep

me go if you’re finished. We definitely will meet again sometime, but of course,

but when I see him again I find that there is irresistible

to regain senses by thinking over and over again about the untimely death of

already made it hard

He says quietly.

illusion, but there is a touch of sadness in