In My Desperate Time

However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.

I stand at the door, hesitating.

Frances' voice sounds again.

"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.

There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.

He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.

After a long time, it's silent inside.

When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.

I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.

At the very least, he has survived today's trial.

The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.

condition has always been unstable and I need to take care of

two months of living like this, Frances' condition

I feel relieved.

will happen between him and

I still

feel that something is about

tell

you wake up because you're reluctant to part

joke as I look at the pile of documents in my

to

he has always insisted on leaving them to

I naturally want to return these things to

say is what it

takes them from my hand and says with

don't expect that he would

in a bad mood all of

and curl

be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was because of me. It seems that I'm

and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking.

"I am. So what?"

at him with displeasure