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.

don't go too far," I say to her

too far? I don't know what

as

turns to look at Frances and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your

she calls me, I feel a great

between Frances and me that

"I

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

consumed with lust that day, without having

am clearly aware

my hand is burning, but

I hate myself.

that I

can't forget him

also hate that he only loves Hilda no matter how much I

to be a whiny and tragic woman because of

softly, "You also heard it. Frances didn't see me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want us to be with each other, you'd better

but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I

her true face and

know now is