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.

discontentedly and say sullenly, "You're fine and lucky that it's only a slight injury. But what if

a pool of

imagine how to face

look at me very seriously. His eyes are

behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by

words

to melt my heart with

that he cares about me, so I can't

is good tonight. Frances and I have a few

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

wants to have a little fun at this

soon as I enter the room, Frances carries me in his arms

me go. Your arm is injured. Can you

want it all

voice rings in

up and let him bring

have an

hug him tightly in my arms.