Molly's POV
"Are dinners always gonna be this awkward now?" I ask, breaking the silence Luke and I have been sitting in all dinner.
"I hope not," he replies, sending me a small smile.
"I'm sorry for staying out all night," I blurt out.
"Molly-"
"No," I cut in, "It's not fine just because I'm Psyche. It's not an excuse. I've been acting like a spoiled brat and not appreciating all that you've done for me. I'm sorry, Luke."
"Thank you, Molly," he surrenders, smiling at me. I nod. "So did Drew know about this?"
"What?" I choke out, dropping my fork.
His eyes get wide at my reaction, "I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't realize it wasn't a good topic." I blink back tears and make up my mind. He deserves to know.
"I need to tell you something, Luke," I say softly, my voice shaking.
"Oh God, how many more secrets are you hiding from me?" He notices my expression and grows serious, "I was just joking."
"Um, you know how they couldn't identify what killed Drew?" I squeak out.
"Yeah?" Luke replies, confusion laced in his voice.
"It was me," I choke, "I killed her."
He sighs, shaking his head no, "No Molly. It wasn't you. You can't blame yourself."
"It was me," I argue, "When I first told her about my powers, she touched my arms while they were activated. I had no control over them then and was actually giving her a taste of my powers. Kind of like a transfer. The only problem was that her DNA wasn't able to support it like mine was. It ended up acting like a drug. Even after I got control, Drew made me share with her or she'd tell mum and dad. She overdosed on me!"
"Damn," he mutters, making me stomach plummet. "You can really do that?"
"Yeah," I sob, "God I wish that I was dead. Or that I never got these powers in the first place. I killed my sister!"
"Hey don't say that!" Luke scolds, pulling me into a hug, "Los Angeles would be enslaved if you didn't have these powers. How many people would be dead, or hurt, or have had something terrible happen to them without you?"
"It doesn't matter, Luke! I'm an awful person! I wanted-" I stop myself, unable to make the words leave my mouth. Luke frowns and hugs me tighter. "There were times when Drew was threatening to tell everyone about my powers if I didn't give her what she wanted when I wanted her to die. I would wish and hope and pray because in those moments, I hated her. I really hated her."
"She was a bitch at times," he defends, shrugging, "Look, Molly, I can't make you feel better about this. It's something you're gonna have to overcome on your own. But it's not your fault. Drew knew what she was doing. She manipulated and forced you to do what she wanted you were protecting yourself."
"How can you say that?" I demand, "I killed her, Luke."
"I wish she wasn't gone," he agrees, looking down sadly, "but I believe the universe works in a certain way. I think things are meant to happen at certain times for bigger purposes. I really fucking wish Drew didn't die. I miss her like crazy. But if she hadn't, you wouldn't have come to LA, and we wouldn't be here. Stop blaming yourself, Molly. You can't go back and fix it." Luke lets go of me and goes back to eating. I sigh and also go back to picking at my food.