My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Ernest looked at Florence with a sullen face, and his chest felt heavy.

He knew that what Florence said and did was all for his sake, to lighten his heart so that he wouldn’t feel guilty.

He had brought her to suffer all the way here, and he was already sad to see her suffer.

She had wholly abandoned the opportunity to be a mother because of him. Every time, whether it was with drugs or condoms, they were reminding each other of his drag.

Florence became more and more anxious seeing Ernest’s awful look.

What she feared most was that things would come to this point.

She grabbed his hand in panic and explained in a flustered tone.

“Ernest, I’m really fine. I don’t care. I came with you to look for the medicine as a trip. I’m still young and I don’t want a child now either.”

“Don’t overthink it, okay?”

She said the last sentence weakly and full of unease and panic.

Ernest’s heart couldn’t help but tighten.

He looked straight at her, and he felt his chest heavier and heartbroken.

“Florence.”

He called her name in a low voice.

Florence was nervous as she looked at him, “Yes?”

Ernest pursed his lips for a moment before speaking slowly.

His voice was deep and husky, “I’m not as fragile as you think. I’m your man. Just let me handle all of these.”

His large hand gripped her small hand back and squeezed it tightly in his palm.

“I’ll find the medicine as soon as possible. We’ll definitely have a child of our own in three years.”

It would only take three years.

Florence looked at Ernest in confusion, not expecting him to say such words.

But perhaps, this was all he could do to comfort her.

He pretended not to care, not to feel guilty, just to make her look forward to the promise for three years.

But it would still be brutal in his heart, right?

Florence suppressed it in her heart and nodded earnestly. Her voice was firm and choked.

“Alright!”

have their own child in just

They would be happy.

his grip, and he continued in a meagre voice,

was a

her a chance to dwell on it

and all the

he had already uncovered this, then let it be

on their way, rocking in the

two more days,

they stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t stop.

up, “Is

and was

in a deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche

An avalanche.

had watched it on TV that an avalanche was enough

was very high, and it was white all around, with very thick

there was an avalanche.

past before the avalanche. Otherwise, all of them would have been buried

by an avalanche. It will take a while to

to explain to

saw that almost all the people in the vehicles in front had gotten out of their cars

were probably going to open the

the car for a long time,

the car and

“Sure.”

and draped the cold-protective clothing on Florence’s

had already gotten used to the warm

her winter clothes and put on her hood before getting

cold wind came whipping around as soon as she got out of the

It was cold.

pulled up her collar and leaned into Ernest’s

her warmth while also helping to shield her from

is slippery

the

they had crossed previously. At least two or three

were still steep and bottomless cliffs beside the

roll into the invisible abyss below the clouds just like

her feet, Florence asked in a

you think there’s any chance of survival if

looked at the cliff and

“Leave it to fate.”

sure, then the

to Ernest a little tighter for