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.

go too far," I say to her

far? I don't

looks at me as if

says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but

how she calls me, I feel

what happened between Frances and me that

me and he says coldly, "I know.

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

consumed with lust that day, without having any feelings

I am clearly aware

burning, but my heart hurts

I hate myself.

that I love

can't forget him

he only loves Hilda no matter how

a whiny and tragic

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

do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I

her true face and have

know now is not the