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.

dark and gloomy room

glances at me lightly before closing her

at the surroundings and can't

beds, just like the dormitories in a

on the bed except blankets and

to sit down on the bed, which

picky lady, I still have a hard

staying in a detention

I'll be sent to the real

think about what

feel

which I've never thought of before, is now

panicky and

there is no

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

heart is aching

up all night, sitting alone in bed. And the dawn

I have a

myself with the thin blanket, not wanting to tell

a fever is a

I won't think about Frances or

most

freezing, and sometimes,

I feel terrible.

suffering somehow makes me feel

heart doesn't hurt so

are