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!”

their own child

They would be happy.

in a meagre voice, “I’ll use

was a little

to dwell on it

daze, and all the thoughts in her

then let it be so to use

incident, they continued on their way, rocking in

days, the caravan

stopped, the shaking of the car didn’t stop. It swayed slightly,

tensed up, “Is it an

headset on and was always

in a deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not long ago

An avalanche.

watched it on TV that an avalanche was enough to bury

was

there was

that it happened before, not that they drove past before the

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

on to

ahead through the front window, she saw that almost all the people in the vehicles

were probably going to open

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

I get out of the car and have a

“Sure.”

draped the cold-protective

used to the warm condition in the car and the cold winter

winter clothes and put on her hood before getting

soon as she got out of the

It was cold.

pulled up her collar and leaned into

also helping

road is slippery

on the inner side of the

had crossed previously.

there were still steep and bottomless cliffs

would roll into the invisible abyss below the clouds

valley below her

think there’s any chance of survival

at the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

he said he wasn’t sure, then

to Ernest a little tighter for fear of falling