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.

a corner of the dark and gloomy

she only glances at me lightly

around at the surroundings and can't

room with bunk beds, just like the

the bed except

down on the bed, which

I'm not a spoiled and picky lady, I still have a hard

I'm staying in a detention

is over, I'll be

dare to think about what kind of

feel like

never thought of before, is

panicky

like there is no

I miss Frances. I want to live with the person I love, but now,

is

stay up all night, sitting alone in bed. And

next day, I

I cover myself with the thin

having a fever is a

think about Frances or other things that make

I'm awake, but most of the

and sometimes, I'm

I feel terrible.

suffering somehow makes me

my heart doesn't hurt so

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