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.

trying to have things my way, causing things

long because of my child. I don’t want Frances

Let’s say nothing about it

him softly and grab his hands

after a long period

red. It is not part of my

approaches me, hugging me

suffocated by the tight

love Frances. I am sure

the misunderstanding has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me

after hugging me for some time. His icy cold

so tender and gentle that

him tightly and respond

to his kiss for

for some time and

off, his dense and soft kisses land

burn

that putting the heart and soul

by his gentle touch, unable to think

body, and the heat dick presses on my body, and my whole body softens with

Don’t continue if

him, thinking of his

know that

throbs from the outside for a while,

from the outside brings shudders

I can’t

says softly in