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.

hand 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

in a pool

can't imagine how to face

at me very seriously. His

put you in danger. All you have to do is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all

sweet words melt my

just knows how to melt

he cares about me, so

is good tonight. Frances and I have a few drinks on the

two glasses of

a little fun at this

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

arm is injured. Can you stop thinking about that

want it all

beautiful tonight." Frances’ deep voice rings in

I give up and let him

an amazing

hug him tightly in my arms. Only this makes