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

because of my child. I don’t

over. Let’s say nothing about

to him softly and grab

up after a long period of

are red. It is not part of my imagination. He

and approaches

little suffocated by the tight hug, but

I am sure

leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me or not

after hugging me for some time. His icy cold lips

is so tender and gentle that it melts my

him tightly and

kiss for

for some time and then deepens the

soft kisses land on every part of

my body burn in enthusiasm, catering

turns out that putting the heart and soul will make such a thing

just by his gentle touch, unable to think of

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

alright? Don’t

ask him,

that

outside for a while, surprisingly not being

from the outside brings shudders throughout my

can’t get

softly in a