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

I don't know

me as if

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

me, I feel a great deal of

what happened between Frances and me that day, my

eyes range over me and he says coldly, "I know. You don't

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

lust that day, without having any

clearly

my hand is burning, but my heart hurts much

I hate myself.

hate that I love

hate that I can't forget him no

loves Hilda

feel like I'm about to be a whiny and tragic woman

Even if you don't want us to be

see you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very

at Hilda, wishing to expose her true face

I know now is not