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?

the back seat, and then he follows

locked.

the car but I feel depressed

panic now that I’ve been in

coldly.

you been

at me with the dim light in the car. There seems to be a

to him, say nastily, “Why do you

me where I have been without any shame? Does he really

do you mean?” he asks me with a deep voice,

go if you’re finished. We definitely will meet again sometime, but of course, I won’t make it easy for

thought I only have hatred for him, but when I see him again I find that there is irresistible

by thinking over and over again about the untimely death

already made it hard for

He says quietly.

illusion, but