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.

the dark and gloomy room sits a woman

come in, she only glances at me

at the surroundings and can't help

with bunk beds,

on the bed except blankets

down on the bed, which is so hard that

and picky lady, I

I'm staying in a detention

I'll be sent to

about what kind of life it will be

now, I feel like

life, which I've never thought of before, is now right in

feel panicky

there is no future

miss Frances. I want to live with the

heart is aching

sitting alone

I have a

the bed, I cover myself with the thin blanket, not wanting to tell anyone about my

having a fever is a good thing for

dizzy, I won't think about

awake, but most of

freezing, and sometimes,

I feel terrible.

the physical suffering somehow makes

my heart doesn't

are you