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

go too far? I don't know what you're

me as if

she turns to look at Frances and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess,

she calls me, I feel

happened between Frances and me that day, my

and he says coldly, "I know. You don't have to argue with

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

lust that day, without

I am clearly aware

burning, but my heart hurts

I hate myself.

that I

hate that I can't forget him no matter what

hate that he only loves Hilda no matter how

feel like I'm about to be a whiny and

see me touch that stewardess. Even

such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I don't need to say anything

expose her true face and have

now