Molly - @Serial

Molly... twenty nine

Molly... twenty nine

by sloanranger

I don't like the way Freddy's looking at me one bit.

"Freddy, what's the matter?"

He doesn't say anything, but all of a sudden I know what he's thinking.

"No," I say. "No way!"

"It's not fair to you, Molly. You should be meeting other people...having a good time."

"Freddy Martin, you listen to me. We are NOT breaking up. You hear me?" And I get tears in my eyes. I can tell he's been thinking about this hard.

"Molly, look -I'll be saving every cent. In a year or two, if things look better... well...we'll see." He stands up and pulls me up too, off the couch.

"Please, Freddy... let's think about it."

"I've been thinking of nothing else for months, Molly." He kisses the top of my head and reaches for the doorknob.

"So you get to decide everything?" I'm crying now. Freddy's four years older than me and thinks he's the genius in this relationship.

He comes over again and hugs me. "Don't cry, Molly."

Then he turns and heads out. He hesitates just before he closes the door behind him: "Please keep it locked, Molly...for me?" And just like that - he's gone.

I don't think he understands what he's done.

(To be continued).