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 with an

only glances at me lightly before closing her

around at the surroundings and can't help but

a six-person room with bunk beds, just like the dormitories

on the bed

sit down on the bed, which

picky lady, I still

in

the trial is over, I'll

what kind of life it

now, I feel like

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

feel panicky and

like there is no future for

want to live with the person I love, but

is

alone

day, I have a

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

having a fever is a good

very least, when I'm dizzy, I won't think about Frances or other things that make my heart

I'm asleep, and sometimes, I'm awake, but most of

I'm freezing, and sometimes, I'm

I feel terrible.

physical suffering somehow makes me feel

my heart doesn't

are you