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.

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

lying in a pool of blood

can't imagine how to face it if it were

Frances look at me

you in danger. All you have to do is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by

touching sweet words melt my

knows how to melt

cares about me, so I

and I have a few drinks on

only two glasses of wine are fine and my skin remains

to have a little fun at this beautiful

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

Your arm is injured. Can you stop thinking about that for two

it all

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

and let

have an

my arms. Only this makes me