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 in just three

They would be happy.

and he continued in a meagre voice, “I’ll use a condom next

a little

didn’t give her a chance to dwell on it and

looked at it in a daze, and

had already uncovered this, then let it be so to use

they continued on their way, rocking in the

more days, the

the car didn’t stop. It swayed

up, “Is

on and was always

deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not long ago up ahead. It’s just aftershocks

An avalanche.

TV that an avalanche

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

ground shook once there

before, not that they drove past before the avalanche. Otherwise,

avalanche. It will take

went on to explain to Florence

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

probably going

just so happened that Florence had also been sitting in the car for a

out of the car and

“Sure.”

draped the cold-protective

had already gotten used to the warm condition in the car and the cold

into her winter clothes and put on her hood

wind came whipping around as soon as she got out of

It was cold.

and leaned into Ernest’s

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

road is

Florence, walking on the inner side of

wider than the narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or

steep and bottomless cliffs beside

roll into the invisible abyss below the clouds just like a

the deep valley below her feet, Florence asked

you think there’s any chance of survival

at the cliff

“Leave it to fate.”

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

clung to Ernest a little tighter for fear of