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

on it and just threw the

in a daze, and all the thoughts in

then let it

they continued on their way,

two more days,

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

up, “Is it an

headset on and was always aware of the latest

deep voice, “It’s fine. There was an avalanche not

An avalanche.

an avalanche was

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

ground shook once there was an avalanche.

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

It will take a

on to

people in the vehicles in front had gotten out of their cars and were walking

going to open the

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

of the car and have a

“Sure.”

draped the cold-protective clothing

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

put on

soon as

It was cold.

and leaned into

also helping to shield her from most of the cold

is slippery and wonky

walking on the inner side of the

was wider than the narrow mountain road they had crossed previously. At least two or three people could stand

there were still steep and bottomless cliffs beside

here, he would roll into the invisible abyss below

valley below her feet,

chance of survival if someone

the cliff and pursed his

“Leave it to fate.”

then the

to Ernest a little tighter