In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

walks over to take out the cloth

pitifully at Frances and pleads him, "Frances, please don't. Don't do this to me. I can't be ruined by these people. I'll die for this. Can you let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the sake of that we used to be

eyes are filled

her last

last ray of starlight

easier for you. Rather than doing this, I might as well do something that will make you painful for the rest of

on Frances’ face is cold, and

time that I've truly realized how terrifying he

panics others makes

filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances would change his

heart is

divorced me, and we wouldn't have become like this. I hate

been covered with goose bumps because of what

couldn't help but take two steps back, but Frances tightly

You'll be fine. In this world, no one can