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.

end of the day, it was me trying to have

of my child. I don’t want Frances

Let’s say nothing about

to him softly and grab his hands in

after a long period of

is not part

stands up and approaches me, hugging

a little suffocated by the tight

love Frances. I am sure

cleared, I don’t want to leave his

go of me after hugging me for some time.

kiss is so tender and gentle that it melts

hug him tightly and respond

to his kiss for

for some time and then deepens

dense and soft kisses land

burn in enthusiasm, catering to his

putting the heart and soul will make such a thing

body shudders just by his gentle touch, unable to

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

alright? Don’t continue if

anxiously ask him, thinking of his

that I can,” Frances

dick throbs from the outside for a while, surprisingly not being able

from the outside

can’t get it

softly in a deep hoarse