In My Desperate Time

Instantly...

I seem to have heard that gunshot again.

And this time, the bullet has shot right in my heart.

Does he really hate me that much?

Even though I've seen this coming, when I hear it, I still feel extremely painful.

"OK. I see."

After saying that to Hilda, I walk towards the door.

The moment the door is closed, tears fall down like beads from a broken thread.

I slowly curl up with my arms tightly holding my legs, wailing.

"Frances, Frances, Frances..."

I mumble his name over and over again, as if it'll never be enough.

Despair floods me, and I've collapsed.

Frances and I, we fail to make it to the end.

After crying for a long time, I'm brought into the detention center by the prison guards.

I'm still waiting for my trial. Before the trial, I need to stay in detention.

and gloomy room

me come in, she only glances at me

look around at the surroundings and

a six-person room with bunk beds, just like the dormitories

on the bed except

down on the bed, which

a spoiled and picky lady, I still have a hard time

in

the trial is over, I'll be sent to

about what kind

I feel like

of before, is now right in

panicky

there is no future for

I want to live with the person I love, but

heart is aching

up all night, sitting alone in

day, I have a

silently on the bed, I cover myself with the thin blanket, not

fever is a

won't think about Frances or other things that

I'm asleep, and sometimes, I'm awake, but most of the time, I'm

and sometimes, I'm

I feel terrible.

suffering somehow

heart doesn't hurt so

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