06-22-2020, 09:47 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]A visit was long overdue but, in her defense, she wasn’t quite well equipped for the journey up to the peaks of a snowy mountain. Maybe Jimmy was lucky in the way she could at least trudge along with that thick layer of muscle and meat to keep her body warm - but, on the downside, Mollie supposed the mule also had to carry her and all of her belongings. This time, the snow had mostly melted - the last trip encompassed blustering gales and thick flurries of snow. Honestly, Mollie began to understand why somebody may wish to live here. It was nice when the entire landscape wasn’t static with white.
To her, this trip was important. She had a couple of things to tell Emery before she left on her journey - somewhere, out there, Eileen was thriving. Mollie had heard it herself. Perhaps she’d stay for a couple of days, she’d contemplate to herself. Whilst Mollie was dead set on reasoning with the thought that she wanted to spend more time with her sister before she set off on her journey, a part of her wasn’t ready to accept the other reason her heart was tugged in this direction. God damn that Freddie Stirling for the way her chest tightened at the thought of him, how she’d go to bed wondering if he was thinking of her.
A terrifying thought began to unravel inside her head, making itself content in the corners of her mind; what if she liked him? Like, really liked him?
Gross.
She detested the idea of love and happy endings because they were nothing more than lies. Freddie was a bad idea, all concepts of romance and commitment were terrible ideas - it was why it felt easier to remain unattached. Become the woman who forgot the names of past lovers because they meant nothing to her. Leave her life behind without a trace time after time again like a ghost because getting too close to another person felt too dangerous to her. Mollie refused to allow herself to trust another person again. It was better that way. God, why did she think about him so much?
Sometimes, she wondered if he thought about her too.
Probably not.
Leaning forward to pat the side of Jimmy’s neck, Mollie’s gaze was curious as she noted the way the village seemed to have brightened up since the last time she’d seen it. Once desolate, it was now brimming with life, people in their thick coats and woolly hats wandering down the streets with their rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Mollie pulled Jimmy to a stop, the mule lowering her head to release a snort, a fleeting plume of mist rising from flared nostrils. Her canine companion, Dexter, wobbled with uncertainty as he determinedly balanced on Jimmy’s rump, tail wagging and ears perked up with curiosity at the new sight.
Mollie quirked a brow with intrigue before venturing further into the village. She ought to find a recognizable face somewhere - she'd been here enough times to figure out a Flintlocker from the rest. All she had to do was remind herself that she was here for her sister, not for a stupid boy with an inflated ego, and yet an eager glimmer in her eyes looked out for that familiar face regardless.
To her, this trip was important. She had a couple of things to tell Emery before she left on her journey - somewhere, out there, Eileen was thriving. Mollie had heard it herself. Perhaps she’d stay for a couple of days, she’d contemplate to herself. Whilst Mollie was dead set on reasoning with the thought that she wanted to spend more time with her sister before she set off on her journey, a part of her wasn’t ready to accept the other reason her heart was tugged in this direction. God damn that Freddie Stirling for the way her chest tightened at the thought of him, how she’d go to bed wondering if he was thinking of her.
A terrifying thought began to unravel inside her head, making itself content in the corners of her mind; what if she liked him? Like, really liked him?
Gross.
She detested the idea of love and happy endings because they were nothing more than lies. Freddie was a bad idea, all concepts of romance and commitment were terrible ideas - it was why it felt easier to remain unattached. Become the woman who forgot the names of past lovers because they meant nothing to her. Leave her life behind without a trace time after time again like a ghost because getting too close to another person felt too dangerous to her. Mollie refused to allow herself to trust another person again. It was better that way. God, why did she think about him so much?
Sometimes, she wondered if he thought about her too.
Probably not.
Leaning forward to pat the side of Jimmy’s neck, Mollie’s gaze was curious as she noted the way the village seemed to have brightened up since the last time she’d seen it. Once desolate, it was now brimming with life, people in their thick coats and woolly hats wandering down the streets with their rosy cheeks and beaming smiles. Mollie pulled Jimmy to a stop, the mule lowering her head to release a snort, a fleeting plume of mist rising from flared nostrils. Her canine companion, Dexter, wobbled with uncertainty as he determinedly balanced on Jimmy’s rump, tail wagging and ears perked up with curiosity at the new sight.
Mollie quirked a brow with intrigue before venturing further into the village. She ought to find a recognizable face somewhere - she'd been here enough times to figure out a Flintlocker from the rest. All she had to do was remind herself that she was here for her sister, not for a stupid boy with an inflated ego, and yet an eager glimmer in her eyes looked out for that familiar face regardless.