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.

fine and lucky that it's only a slight injury. But what if Andrew shoots well? What if he shoots you in the

Andrew lying in a pool

imagine how to face it if

you there." Frances look at me very

is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by my

touching sweet words melt

melt my heart with a

he cares about me, so

weather is good tonight. Frances and I

get rash from drinking, only two glasses of wine are fine and my skin

to have a

I enter the room, Frances carries me in his arms and walks to the

go. Your arm is injured. Can

want it all the

Frances’ deep voice rings in my ears, making me feel weak in

up and let

have an

him tightly in my arms. Only this makes me