In My Desperate Time

I get out of bed, put on a coat and walk out.

Frances is not in the living room. Did he go to the roof?

I walk upstairs and see Frances sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Did he get something on his mind?

"It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping? Now you come up and drink yourself." I walk over and sit opposite him. Then I snatch the wine from his hand and drink it all.

Frances frowns slightly and says, "You shouldn't drink so fast. You'll get drunk."

"Well, I'm not in the mood. Someone promised to take me with him, but he left me outside."

The wound on my hand is aching. And when I think of Frances’ actions, I get angry again.

I know he cares about me and wants me safe, but I'm unhappy about that.

"Silly girl, I'm alright now." Frances smiles and gently strokes my hair.

But I feel that he touches me like a dog.

sullenly, "You're fine and lucky that it's only a slight injury. But what if Andrew shoots well? What if he shoots you

way Andrew lying in a

imagine how to face it if

bring you there." Frances look at me

to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers.

sweet words melt my

to melt my heart

about me, so I

I have

only two glasses of

a little fun at this

the room, Frances carries me

go. Your arm is injured. Can you stop thinking about that for two

want it

you're so beautiful tonight." Frances’ deep voice rings in my ears, making me feel

I give up and let him bring

have an

arms. Only this makes me feel