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."

smiles and walks over to take

me go? Please, I don't want to

are filled

is her last

of starlight

die ten times, it's not enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for you. Rather than doing this, I

is cold, and his eyes are filled with

the first time that I've truly realized how terrifying he is since

others makes me feel so

eyes filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping

is

become like this. I hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go,

covered with goose bumps because of what

help but take two steps back,

fine. In this world, no