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 room

in, she only glances at me lightly before closing

look around at the surroundings and

is a six-person room with bunk beds, just

the

on the bed, which

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

staying in a

over, I'll be

even dare to think about what kind of life it will

feel

before, is now right in front

feel panicky

feel like there is no future

Frances. I want to live with the

is

stay up all night, sitting alone in bed.

next day, I

the thin blanket, not wanting

a fever is a good thing for

I'm dizzy, I won't think about Frances or other things that make

and sometimes, I'm awake, but most

freezing, and

I feel terrible.

the physical suffering somehow makes me feel

heart doesn't hurt

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