In My Desperate Time

It hurts.

With my hand red and swollen, I gasp in pain.

The plane clearly didn't shake just now, so...

The stewardess panics and keeps apologizing to me, "Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. It was because of the lady behind me who accidentally touched my hand that I slipped."

Hilda touches the stewardess?

Was that really an accident?

"It doesn't matter." I force a smile and say to the stewardess through the pain.

It's obviously not her fault. If I blame her, it'll definitely get her in trouble.

The stewardess looks at me gratefully and apologizes to me again before continuing to serve other passengers.

I turn to look at Hilda, who looks quite uninterested.

I can pretend to be ignorant of her identity, but that doesn't mean I can endure her harm to me at will again and again.

Now, without Frances around me, I have to learn how to protect myself.

too far,"

far? I don't know what

looks at me as if she

says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife pin

I feel a great deal of

of what happened between Frances

"I know. You

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

that day, without

I am clearly aware of

of my hand is burning, but my heart hurts much

I hate myself.

hate that I

that I can't forget him

hate that he only loves Hilda no matter

be a whiny and

heard it. Frances didn't see me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want us to be with each

you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous

true face and have

I know now is not