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

only glances at me lightly before closing her

around at the surroundings and can't help but

room with bunk beds, just like the dormitories

nothing on the bed except

sit down on the bed, which is so hard that it

picky lady, I still have a hard time adapting

staying in a

trial is over, I'll be sent to the real

even dare to think about what kind of life it will

feel

I've never thought of before, is now

panicky and

feel like there is

I miss Frances. I want to

heart is aching like

alone in bed. And the

day, I have

cover myself with the thin

fever is a good thing for

I won't think about Frances or other things that

sometimes, I'm awake, but most of the time, I'm just in

and sometimes,

I feel terrible.

physical suffering somehow makes

my heart doesn't hurt

are you