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.

unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so I have never

living like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better day by

I feel relieved.

that nothing will happen between him and me

I still

vaguely feel that something is about to

can't tell exactly

because you're reluctant

I look at the

to me by

has not improved, he has always insisted on leaving

I naturally

is what

them from my hand and says

I'm joking, I don't expect that he would give me

mood all of

and curl

of this? I thought it was because of me. It seems that I'm flattering

Frances hurriedly hugs me and says gently, "Jane,

"I am. So what?"

him with displeasure and