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.

that it's only a slight injury. But what if

lying in a pool

to face it if it were

at me very seriously. His eyes are

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

words

melt my heart

he cares about me, so I

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

only two glasses of

to have a little

Frances carries me in his arms and walks

arm is injured. Can you stop thinking

it all

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

I give up and let him

have an

him tightly in my arms. Only