"Let me go! Let me go!" Molly continued her imploring and struggle. Struggling to break free, she
stamped her feet relentlessly on the ground. Her voice went hoarse from shouting and her mind was in
a blur. She felt like fainting in any minute from tension and exhaustion.
"Molly, calm down! Talk to me!" he cried at length, in a voice of command. Having no clue on what
happened back there, upon but seeing Molly so frantic and agitated, his heart sank deeper in pain and
worry. He felt like his pain was being torn apart. From the bottom of his heart, he hated this feeling. He
hated how hurt Molly was that he felt like slapping Molly in the face to bring her back to her sense. But
he couldn't bring himself to do it to the girl that meant so much to him. He could only stand there and
wait until she ceased her struggling and cooled down.
"Let me go, let me go!" she continued in exasperation as her voice began to tail off from the excessive
consumption of energy. However, she stubbornly repeated the words over and over again. Molly's eyes
were swollen and red, looking right into Brian's eyes dreadfully. Neither of them wanted to submit to the
other, and there was no way that Molly could get rid of Brian's strong and tight grip. They stood there
for some time, in dreadful deadlock. Suddenly, a cruel, merciless idea came into her. She lowered her
head and bit the wrist of his hand clutching her arm.
A strand of violent pain ran through Brian's veins. He didn't see it coming. However, he didn't loosen his
grip. His eyes frowned slightly in pain as he watched Molly fixed her teeth slowly to his wrist. He
somehow felt a touch of relief as the pain of his wrist overcame the pain in his heart. He preferred this
physical pain than the pain of seeing Molly hurt.
Being filled with deep resentment and wanting to leave, she did everything she could to leave. She
thought to herself that she would be freed once Brian loosened his grip, so she bit deeper and harder.
However, Brian didn't complain. He wasn't even irritated from Molly's groundless actions. On the
contrary, he gradually became calm and poised. His eyes rested softly on Molly for quite some time,
looking at her with tender eyes, filled with pity over her.
"Tell me, what did Becky say to you?" he asked gently. With his eyes staring into hers, it was visible
that he was only concerned about Molly.
Upon hearing his calm words, Molly ceased immediately. She started to regain composure and slowly
felt a taste of raw and salty smell of blood in her mouth. This stirred her stomach and she almost threw
up. She withdrew her fierce bite from his wrist. Her head slightly lifted and her eyes glared at Brian in a
deep, violent look with her mouth stained from blood. After a moment of stillness, came her voice in full
of hatred and hostility, "Let me go!"
Brian curled his eyebrow, looked closely into her eyes, not knowing how he should react. Her eyes
were so cold and resentful that he even shrank a little in fear. His persistence seemed to collapse by
her deep resentment and resolution to escape from his captivity, and gradually, his grasp came loose.
Feeling the loosening grip on her arms, Molly instantly drew back her arm. She then squinted furiously
at Brian, clenched her hands into hard fists, and walked away. The crowd gathered around them
consciously stepped aside and created a passage for her to walk through.
"Molly!" Brian exclaimed while watching her walk away from him. He felt tensed and helpless, like his
heart was being torn into pieces. Not knowing what to do, he felt a sudden urge to perish everything
around him to release his fear and break free from the dreadful darkness he's feeling.
Molly halted, turned around and faced Brian. With tear marks on her face, she said in a hateful tone,
"Why do you ask me?" "You could have asked her yourself," she added in a trembling, but mocking
tone. "Could you please not come to me and ask me?" she cried in her high, repellent voice. Just like a
wild animal freed from the cage after a long time of torture, Molly bawled her words at Brian.
With eyes full of hostility, she took a quick glance at Brian, turned around and continued to walk away.
Breathing the same air as Brian was torture for her. She then continued her aimless walking with no
destination in mind. Her beautiful face stained with tears and blood couldn't cover the hatred and pain
she felt. During this time, she had no time to care about anything, not even how she looked like. She
just wanted to be unruly all by herself just this time, regardless of any consequence or anyone. 'Just
neglect them, they are nothing but emotionless and unconscious beings like trees, flowers, and any
other non-living things, ' she continuously repeated in her heart as she went on. She neither slowed
down nor looked around at anything. Her eyes were steadily fixed straight ahead towards an unknown
destination.
Brian chose not to chase after her this time. He stood still where Molly left, with his eyes fixed on her
back as her shadow faded away. He was feeling all sort of emotions, tenderness, fury, anxiety, worry…
all of these overwhelmed his mind and made him numb enough to stand there emotionless. Why? Why
should he feel such great pain and stress just looking at her back? Why was he so affected by her
emotions and so scared of releasing her? He did not understand why, he felt pathetic. For some time,
he was lost into his own thoughts, standing there in complete stillness and silence.
"Isn't it heart-breaking?" came a light, soft voice from behind. "Seeing her leaving away like this, will
you still be okay?" the voice continued.
Brian didn't turn around. He knew it was Wing. He couldn't be more familiar with her voice.
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