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?

back seat, and then he follows me in,

locked.

room in the car but I feel

be panic now that I’ve been in

there and ask coldly.

have you

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

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

child, and now he asks me where I have been without any shame? Does he

mean?” he asks me with a deep voice, with eyebrows

We definitely will meet again sometime, but of course, I won’t

him again I find that there is irresistible love

by thinking over and over again about the untimely death of my

it

He says quietly.

don’t know if it is my illusion, but there is a