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.

a

a little

chance to dwell on it

daze, and all the thoughts

this, then let it be

incident, they continued on

days, the caravan

the car didn’t stop. It swayed slightly, just like

tensed up,

on and was always aware

“It’s fine. There was an avalanche not long ago up ahead. It’s

An avalanche.

had watched it on TV that an avalanche was enough to

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

there was

past before

covered by an avalanche. It will take a while to reopen

went on to explain

all the people in the vehicles

going

had also been sitting in the car for a long time, and her

the car and have

“Sure.”

nodded readily and draped the cold-protective clothing on Florence’s

days, Florence had already gotten used to the warm condition in the car and the

quickly changed into her winter clothes and put on

soon as she got

It was cold.

pulled up her collar and

her warmth while also helping to shield her from most of the cold

road is slippery and wonky

walking on the

narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or three people could

and

would roll into the invisible abyss below the clouds just

deep valley below her feet, Florence

do you think there’s any chance of

looked at the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

he wasn’t sure, then the chances of surviving were

little