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!”

own child

They would be happy.

and he continued in a meagre voice,

was a little

it

looked at it in a daze, and

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

on their way, rocking in the

more days,

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

tensed up, “Is it an

was always aware of

“It’s fine. There was an avalanche not

An avalanche.

that an avalanche was enough to bury people

was white

ground shook once there was an avalanche.

past

avalanche. It will take a while to reopen the

to

almost all the people in the

were probably going to open the

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

out of the car and

“Sure.”

the cold-protective clothing

gotten used to the warm condition in the car

into her winter clothes and put on

around as soon as she got

It was cold.

and leaned

helping to shield her from most of

road is slippery and wonky

Florence, walking on the

road they had crossed previously. At

were still steep and bottomless cliffs beside

would roll into the invisible abyss below the

below her feet, Florence asked in a

think there’s any chance of survival if someone falls from

cliff and pursed

“Leave it to fate.”

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

Ernest a little tighter for fear