In My Desperate Time

“Frances.”

I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.

There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.

I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.

“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

He sobs as he mutters.

My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.

It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.

Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.

“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”

I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.

His appearance is distressing.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if you hadn’t left me.”

His words are full of guilt.

However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.

It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.

was me trying to have things my way, causing things to end

pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to

all over. Let’s say

say to him softly and grab his hands

after a long period of

It is not part of my imagination. He

approaches me,

a little suffocated by the tight hug, but my heart feels

Frances. I am sure

the misunderstanding has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side

let go of me after hugging me for

is so tender and gentle that it

hug him tightly and

respond to his kiss

for some time

are off, his dense and soft kisses land on

can feel my body burn in enthusiasm, catering to

and soul will make such a thing so

his gentle touch, unable to

his body, and the heat dick presses on my body, and

Don’t continue if

ask him, thinking of his

that I

for a while,

outside brings

relax. I can’t

says softly in