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.

gloomy room sits

glances at me lightly before closing her

look around at the surroundings and

with bunk beds, just

is nothing on the bed except blankets

to sit down on the bed, which is so hard

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

I'm staying in

over, I'll be sent to the

dare to think about what kind

I feel like

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

feel panicky

there is no future

I want to live with the person I

is aching

up all night, sitting alone

day, I

the bed, I cover myself with the thin

a fever is a good

I won't think

most of the time, I'm just in

and sometimes,

I feel terrible.

suffering somehow makes me

doesn't hurt

are