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.

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

Andrew lying in a pool of

how to face

you there." Frances look at me very seriously. His

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

words melt

knows how to melt my heart

know that he cares about me, so I can't blame

Frances and I have

glasses of wine are

someone wants to have a little fun at this beautiful

Frances carries me in his

injured. Can you

want it

rings in my

let him bring me to the

have an amazing

arms. Only this makes me feel