"How dare you!" she shouted. She scowled at him, "Do you really think that I would hurt Molly? Edgar,
you have no idea what's going on. I don't need to be alone in this. Just take my advice: watch them
fight to death from the top. It's better up here."
"You must be enjoying your view." Edgar said coldly. He walked away leaving her standing alone.
Before he went inside his car, he turned to look at her to glower at her one more time. As soon as
Edgar was inside his car, he started the engine and sped away leaving Jennifer behind.
The car vanished in front of Jennifer's eyes. She was seething as to how Edgar treated her. 'I've done
so much for you. I came here to find you because I was concerned. The possible conflict of interest
would have endangered you. It would have endangered me too if my grandfather found out but I just
didn't want him to hurt you. But you chose to ignore all of this. How rude, ' her mind raced.
The more Jennifer thought about it, the angrier she got. Staring at the exact spot where Edgar's faded
into darkness, she whispered, "Edgar, I'm going to make you regret this."
*
Brian drove through the darkness of the night. Molly didn't know where they were going and she didn't
bother to find out - it's not like she had a say in it, anyway, it would've been a waste to ask. Besides,
wherever he took her, she would be there with him.
Molly looked out the window to watch everything pass by. It calmed her down. Molly was still wearing
Brian's jacket which was too big on her - she was so small and Brian was not at all.
She lowered her head inhaling Brian's scent that lingered in his jacket. It made her feel safe and secure
knowing that he was just there. Even though they came from completely different worlds, Molly couldn't
help but feel comfortable where she was: in Brian's world.
While Brian was driving, he turned his face to look at her before returning his focus back to the road,
"How are you feeling? Still hurt?"
Molly kept her mouth and merely shook her head in response.
Brian glanced at her before pulling over to the side of the road and turning off the engine.
Molly looked around. By the side of the street was a small garden which was somehow familiar to her.
She racked her mind, trying to recall why it was so familiar. And then it hit her: this was the garden
where she and Brian once took a walk hand in hand and where she admitted that she loved him.
Molly couldn't help but feel touched at this gesture. She suddenly felt her face turn red. She looked
away to hide her flush, 'Why did he bring me here?' she thought to herself.
"Come, let's take a walk," Brian offered in his deep voice. He looked at Molly and started to notice how
red her face was. He continued, "But if it's too cold, it's okay. It's my fault after all, I rushed you. We can
sit in the car first, okay?"
Molly looked at Brian, not believing what he had just said. 'Did he just ask for my opinion?' Molly
thought to herself.
Brian could sense that Molly was in a daze so he leaned over, looked at her, and asked again, "Okay?"
Molly turned her face away once again in order to avoid his eyes. She looked outside, pressed her lips
together, and nodded.
She was disappointed that it was too cold out to take a walk with Brian. How could she still be feeling
this way about him? Maybe because she was so used to being neglected that anyone who showed her
the slightest amount of affection and she clung onto them like a starfish. She was just that insecure.
Brian was watching her. She looked so peaceful to him. He sighed, "Molly, do you want to talk?"
Molly turned to look at him, confused, 'How could a mute talk to you?'
Brian took his phone out and handed it to her. "Just type down what you want to say, you don't have to
say it out loud. Okay?"
Molly just looked at the phone that Brian gave her. She refused to take it but Brian grabbed her hand
and put his phone on it.
Molly stared at the phone, once again but this time it was placed on her hand. She felt a sadness take
over at her disability. She stopped resisting and just stayed still.
Brian readjusted his seat to make it more comfortable. He was now only wearing a black shirt and a
grey waistcoat. He looked so high and mighty and arrogant but he stared at Molly with so much
affection. He didn't know what to make of his feelings because whenever he was with Molly, he was
just so at peace that had nothing to do with where they were.
Molly began to fidget at her seat the longer Brian gazed at her. She didn't know why he was staring at
her and it made her feel uncomfortable. She remembered when they left the hospital that Brian told
Eric that he could help her speak again.
Molly held out hope because of Brian's words. She had suddenly wanted to speak again - something
that she hadn't felt before.
Brian continued to stare at Molly, "Mol, if you were to never speak again, would you blame me?"
She raised her head to look him in the eyes. She pressed her lips together and shook her head to say
no.
"But I promised you that I could help you speak again." Brian said, sighing.
Her heart sank at the sound of his voice, he sounded so distressed. She looked down on the phone
placed on her hands and after some hesitation, started typing, "It doesn't matter. It's not like you've kept
all your promises anyway."
After reading what Molly had typed, Brian looked at her sourly, "Are you really blaming me for letting
you go after I promised I wouldn't?"
'Yes, I am, '
Molly didn't type this down but she thought it to herself. She smiled resentfully as she continued to
type, "There are so many other mute people in the world. If they can all live happily then so can I. At
least, I can still listen and write. Better than those who have been dumb since birth. Right?"
"You're right," Brian said. With a shadow of smile on his face, he said, "But why are you pretending that
you don't care about being mute when we both know that's not true? Molly, can you be honest with
me? And show me who you really are? You don't need to put a mask when you're with me."
Molly wrinkled her face at this. She felt him seeing right through her. She didn't know what to feel.
There was a part of her that felt embarrassed that he could see right through her. But there was also a
part of her that felt honored that he would even care to see right through her.
Brian's eyes sharp as a dagger looked at Molly carefully, "Whenever there's a problem, you bury your
head and bottle up your emotions. When in fact, burying your head and bottling up your emotions make
you even more vulnerable to problems."
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