Keep Holding On

chapter 27

As the car sped towards the prison, Molly's emotions swirled within her like a wild storm. The prospect of finally reuniting with Spencer after months of separation was almost too much for her to bear. Her heart pounded in her chest.

Despite the overwhelming sense of anticipation coursing through her veins, Molly couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. 

What if something went wrong? What if they couldn't find Diana in time?

As they neared the prison gates, Molly's breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening with each passing moment. The sight of the imposing structure looming before them sent a shiver down her spine. But despite the fear that gripped her, Molly couldn't help but feel a surge of determination.

With Spencer's help, they would find Diana. 

With Spencer by her side, Molly knew that they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. The thought of finally having him back in her arms filled her with a sense of renewed hope.

They pulled up to the prison gates and Molly's heart pounded, her hands trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

As Garcia and Molly waited outside, the anticipation hung thick in the air, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Molly's heels clacked against the pavement as she paced nervously, the wind tousling her hair and ruffling the white sweater she had thrown on in haste.

Lost in her thoughts, Molly glanced down at herself, suddenly self-conscious of her appearance.

She realized she was still wearing the same multicolored purple-striped skirt and lilac top she had worn for the past 24 hours. Why was she wearing heels? Why was that her choice when Luke came to get her? 

They were the first shoes she saw and they were chunky and comfortable, but that was stupid decision. They weren't practical and she's been wearing them for so long. But her concern for her appearance was quickly overshadowed by the sound of the gate opening.

And then, there he was. 

Spencer emerged from the gates, his eyes immediately finding Molly's, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. His hair was longer than she remembered, and he was clad in the same suit he had worn in court. 

But it was his face that drew her attention the most – tired, filled with pain, with bruises marring his skin and dark circles under his eyes. Her heart sank at the sight of him, a rush of worry flooding her senses.

Before she could dwell on his appearance any longer, she closed the distance between them in a few swift strides, her arms enveloping him in a tight embrace. She buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.

As Spencer wrapped his arms around Molly, she squezzed him tighter around his waist, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear again. 

His hand found its way to the back of her neck, his touch a familiar comfort that washed over her like a soothing balm.

"I missed you so much," Molly whispered, her voice choked with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes.

"I missed you too," Spencer murmured, his voice hoarse with unshed tears. "I thought about you every single day. I'm so happy you're okay."

As they held each other tightly, tears streamed down Molly's cheeks, her breaths coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The weight of the past months, filled with worry, fear, and longing, seemed to lift off her shoulders in that moment of reunion.