Molly was having sex with someone other than me. “I’m here, aren’t I? xxx sex “Molly, breathe.” I instructed her. “If you want to think selfish, let me get hurt on my own terms. And it’s made me hate my life all over again. A distrusting but all-the-same concerned face. Eventually I regained myself as Carson and now Molly were telling me repeatedly to leave, with Molly not even knowing who I was. Ever since the winter, I couldn’t bring myself to resume my old lifestyle. “But do you want this?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. The second rude awakening came when I saw the guy’s face. It’s okay.” she reassured me. “Do you think you’re taking care of me?”
“No.” I answered honestly. “This was amazing. “They’re beautiful, Molly. Most of the time I just found couples making out, people trying weed, or just people enjoying one-on-one ‘life chats.’
I don’t know what the fuck I was expecting when I would find Molly. Getting to spend time with you at all has been nice.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Molly replied, slowly, almost fearfully. I stumbled over to a couch and sat down, sighing heavily. Probably most of those things co-existed together perfectly in the atmosphere of a party. As time went on, the inevitable struck me.
