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.

far," I say

Don't go too far? I don't

at me as

didn't touch the stewardess, but why

me, I feel a

between Frances

"I know. You don't

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

with lust that day, without having

clearly aware of

burning, but

I hate myself.

hate that I

hate that I can't forget him no

only loves Hilda no matter

to be a whiny

"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 not do

I'll never do such a ridiculous thing.

look coldly at Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and have Frances

now is not the