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.

a pool of blood scares

to face it if

bring you there." Frances look at me very seriously. His eyes are

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

touching sweet words

melt my heart with a single

he cares about

I have a

two glasses of wine are fine

a little

Frances carries

injured. Can you stop thinking about

he want it all the

you're so beautiful tonight." Frances’ deep voice rings in my ears,

up and let him bring me to the

an amazing

him tightly in my arms. Only this