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.

of the day, it was me trying to have things my way, causing things to end

of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer the

Let’s say nothing

him softly and grab his

looks up after a

It is not part of my imagination. He is

stands up and approaches me, hugging

little suffocated by the tight hug,

Frances. I am sure of

want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether

me for some time. His icy

tender and gentle that

him tightly and respond

to his kiss for the first

for some time and then deepens the

his dense and soft kisses land

can feel my body burn

that putting the heart and soul will make

his gentle touch, unable to think of

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

alright? Don’t continue

anxiously ask him, thinking of

soon know that I can,” Frances

from the outside for a while, surprisingly not being able to

the outside brings

can’t get

softly in a