In My Desperate Time

"Why are you so thick-skinned? Can't we do this home? Why outside?"
I blush and say coquettishly to Frances.
Does he mean to have it more romancing?
Frances stops and turns to look at me.
"Do it at home? There are no cinemas at home."
"Cinemas?"
I am stunned, and then I realize that he is talking about watching a movie.
Watching a movie for two hours is indeed perfect.
I suddenly feel embarrassed for mistaking it for what I was thinking about.
"What would it be? What do you think it is?" The man stares at me with a flirtatious smile.
Damn. I'm so embarrassed!
"Movies, of course!" I blush and pretended that nothing had happened.
Even if Frances has seen through my thoughts, if I don't say it out loud, at least he won't laugh at me.
He chuckles and whispers into my ear, "Watch the movie first, and we'll do whatever you want to do after we've home."
"Who says I want that? Shameless!"
I am so embarrassed and angry that I shake off Frances’ hand and walk forward.
Next to us is the cinema. Frances follows and grabs my hand. We walk into the hall and get into the screening room after getting
the tickets.
I bought popcorn and cola before going in.
I think that a wealthy person like Frances will choose a high-end private room, or book the whole cinema.

But he doesn't.
We lean against each other like ordinary couples and watch the movies quietly.
However, I didn't expect that Frances would bring me here for a romance movie.
When he bought the tickets, I didn't pay attention. I thought that people like him would watch business movies or something like
that.
But Frances always surprises me.
He holds my hand tightly, and occasionally, he will turn around to look at me and smile gently at me.
At this moment, I feel that he is the sunshine in my lonely life, and that my world will no longer have haze because of him.
"Frances, it's good to have you."
I whisper as I hold his hand.
The movie ends soon. From beginning to end, Frances never lets go of my hand.
So I only consumed a little popcorn and cola.
As we walk out of the cinema, Frances suddenly asks me.
...
"They love each other so much, how could that woman have the heart to kill the man?"
At the end of the story, the female lead stabs the knife into the male lead's heart.
So, even if the movie is over, I'm still a little sad.
"I don't know either. Perhaps it's for the sake of creating a tragic atmosphere."
"Then, will you stab me in the heart one day?" Frances suddenly asks me softly.
I turn around and roll my eyes at him, "What are you talking about? I didn't expect someone like you to be so deeply involved in
the movie. It's just a drama. How can there be so much love, hate, and vengeance in real life? It's impossible for me to do such a

thing."
However, when saying that, even I doubt myself.
Actually, what happened between Frances and me is even more inconceivable than the movie.
Actually, when I misunderstood that he killed my child, I really wanted to kill him.
Of course, that is the past.
"Jane, I love you."
He stops and hugs me tightly in his arms.
"I love you too."
I hold him even tighter.
The sweetness of love overwhelmed me.
I suppose the film is the reason why he comes up with such a strange idea.
When men become sentimental, they are better at it than women.
But reality is always crueler than I imagine.
Long after that, when I recall these things, I realize that's his wake-up call for me.