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 in

Andrew lying in a pool of blood

imagine how to face it if

Frances look at me very seriously. His eyes are filled

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

touching sweet words melt my

melt my heart with

he cares about me, so I can't blame

weather is good tonight. Frances and I have a few drinks

only two glasses of wine are

to have a little fun at this

enter the room, Frances carries

Your arm is injured. Can

he want it all

Frances’ deep voice rings in my ears, making me

up and let him bring me

have an

hug him tightly in my arms. Only this makes me