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

have been in pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer the pain

all over. Let’s say nothing about

him softly and grab his hands

a long period of

eyes are red. It is not part

stands up and approaches

the tight

Frances. I am sure of

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

after hugging me for some time. His icy

tender and gentle

him tightly

his kiss

time

off, his dense and soft kisses land on every part of

feel my body burn in enthusiasm, catering

that putting the heart and soul will make

his gentle touch, unable to think

covers me with his body, and the heat dick presses on my body, and my whole body

Don’t continue if you

him,

soon know that I can,”

for a

outside brings shudders throughout

relax. I can’t get

softly in a deep