_Part Two_
It’s one of those days.
Molly’s sitting at the kitchen table, in nothing but a regular sized red t-shirt and her favorite pair of undies (the white ones with hot pink and black polka-dots).
She has her nose pressed in a book, Nathan’s glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose.
Nathan’s in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as he waits for the strawberry Pop-Tarts to finish in the toaster, his pajama bottoms riding low on his hips.
There’s a soft ‘Ding!’ noise, causing Nat to jump ever so slightly, as he has been drifting off.
He grabs them, complains about the heat, and sets each of them onto the two plates he’d set out when he first put the Pop-Tarts in.
“Breakfast, my dear?” he grins, picking the plates up and heading towards the table a few feet away.
Molly’s head snaps up, and she allows the ends of her lips to venture up a bit.
“Always, my dear.”
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Molly likes to pretend everything is okay.
Like Nathan still loves her.
Like she doesn’t feel like dying when he’s out of town.
Like she is truly satisfied with her life and the status it is at.
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Nathan’s there, but it’s not one of those days.
Molly is fully dressed, having just come back from Derek’s (one of her ex-boyfriends, who turned out to be gay. It was a mutual break-up. Honest.)
Nat has just come back, too. From his latest trip to God knows where.
When she saw him splayed out on her sofa (the mint green one she’d bought before they met) she is undeniably happy.
Then she became overcome with complete rage and a touch of sadness.
Molly slammed the door shut and Nat peered over the top of the sofa.
“Hey, ba-,” he started, but Molly cut him off.
“Do you even love me?”
_End Part Two_
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Can't Let Go
RomanceMolly just wants to be loved. She just wants to have a normal life, live with a normal man and be loved by that normal man. But she gets Nathan instead. Nathan's not normal, in fact, he leaves Molly alone in their apartment for days, weeks, months e...
