Keep Holding On

chapter 05

a/n: this is just full of fluff i'm so sorry (also some anxiety)

As Molly woke up to the gentle patter of rain against her window, a palpable shift in her mood hung in the air. The giddiness that had colored her week gave way to a sense of unease and loneliness on this particular Friday morning. 

The raindrops outside seemed to mirror the somber notes of her emotions, creating a melancholic backdrop to the start of the day.

Despite the persistent rain, Molly went about her morning routine, the usual excitement replaced by a subdued demeanor. 

As she got ready for work, the echoes of Spencer's departure on Tuesday lingered in her mind. But so did the memory of his lips, a gentle whisper that greeted her every morning as she opened her eyes. 

The sensation of his touch had become a constant companion, painting her days with a soft glow of warmth. But not on this day.

The uncertainty of Spencer's return weighed on her, adding to the heaviness of the day. He left for a case in Texas. Molly's thoughts, usually filled with the enchanting memory of their kiss, now carried a tinge of worry.

The anxiety that had crept in, casted a gloom over her usual optimism. Everything seemed to conspire against her, as if the universe had decided this particular Friday would be a challenging one.

The simple act of getting ready became a struggle, her clothes feeling unfamiliar and awkward as they failed to provide the usual comfort. It was as if the fabric itself had betrayed the routine reassurance it once offered. She settled on a long-sleeve black shirt, gray wide-leg pants, and black shoes.

Items slipped through her grasp, a frustrating clumsiness that only added to her growing sense of anxiety and annoyance.

With each passing moment, the day unfolded like a series of small misfortunes. Things that normally flowed seamlessly now resisted her efforts. 

The looming threat of being late hung over her, intensifying the feeling of things spiraling out of control. 

It was as if the rain outside had permeated every aspect of her day, creating a disheartening cascade of mishaps.

As Molly rushed through her morning, the city's muted colors and the rhythmic drumming of rain on the windows mirrored her state of mind.

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Amid the challenges of the day, Molly found herself in front of her class, attempting to maintain a sense of normalcy. As she guided her students through the lesson, she couldn't help but notice a group exchanging glances and hushed whispers.

Throughout the class, the uneasy feeling persisted, and Molly's intuition hinted that the students might be discussing her. 

It wasn't until later, during a break, that snippets of conversation reached her ears. It became apparent that the kids had been making comments about not only her appearance but also they were expressing frustration, suggesting that many had failed the recent test because they perceived it to be too difficult. 

The weight of their judgment pressed on her shoulders as she continued with the next lessons.

The once-confident strides she took in front of the class now seemed measured, and the lingering comments fueled her internal doubts. 

As she continued the lessons, the weight of the students' judgment added to the challenges of an already difficult day. The classroom, which was usually a space of knowledge exchange, now felt like an arena of scrutiny, intensifying Molly's sense that everything was going wrong.