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.

has always been unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so

Frances' condition is getting better and

I feel relieved.

that nothing will happen between him

I still feel

feel that something is about to

I can't tell

you're reluctant to part with the

at the pile of

given to me by

Frances' condition has not improved, he has

recovered, I naturally

say is

hand and says with a

don't expect that he would give me

a bad mood all of a

and curl my

because of this? I thought it

hugs me and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you

"I am. So what?"

him with displeasure and