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?

into the back seat, and then he follows me in, with the door

locked.

car but

panic now that I’ve

and ask coldly.

you been

in the car. There seems to be

turn to him, say nastily, “Why do you ask me?

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

he asks me with a deep voice, with eyebrows

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

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

myself to regain senses by thinking over and over again about the untimely

it hard

He says quietly.

know if it is my illusion, but