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.

it was me trying to have

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

all over. Let’s say nothing about it

him softly and grab his hands

up after a long

red. It is not part of

and approaches

suffocated by the tight

I am sure

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

kiss is so tender and gentle that it melts

tightly and respond

kiss

time

dense and soft kisses land on every part

burn in enthusiasm, catering

out that putting the heart and soul

just by his gentle touch, unable

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

you alright? Don’t continue if

him, thinking of

soon know that I can,”

outside for a while, surprisingly not being able to get in

the outside brings

relax. I can’t get it

softly in