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It's over.

Thinking about it like that is probably strange and awful, Molly is sure, but right now, she doesn't care. The papers are all signed, Abigail is with Jessica — with her mother now, in every legal and emotional sense — and her belongings in the process of being moved over, and she's all but signed the lease on an apartment she's been eyeing for a while. Whatever should or shouldn't be the case, though, she doesn't feel conflicted at all. Mostly, she just feels relieved, a weight off her shoulders that she's been carrying around since Lee disappeared, or, really, since well before that. She was never cut out for the life she wound up in. Maybe the two of them together could have made it work, but she isn't so sure of that, either, with as much time as she spent waiting for him to change his mind and leave again. From the start, it wasn't right. She doesn't regret the choice she made, if only because she knows she couldn't have made a different one, but things finally feel like they're starting to fall back into place.

She may still be well and truly fucked in the head, but that's something to deal with at a later time. Right now, the relief outweighs all of it.

Finally alone, Molly considers going to a bar, but then pulls out her phone instead, firing off a quick text to Clarke. She may as well have a little company. It's less depressing than drinking alone. Everything's finally settled. :) Wanna come celebrate with me?

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Sure. On my way. had read the hastily written texts. It's kind of odd to call in celebrating, but Clarke knew what a big deal this was for Molly. How this would help her friend, help Abigail who would be getting the kind of mother that she deserved. None of their lives had gone the way that they envisioned at one point or another. That doesn't mean they have to give in and mourn for forever.

She'd given Bellamy a quick call, apologized for the sudden change of plans from not really having any to going out for a bit. A standing offer to join them later had been made, but he knows the light details and gets what the point of this is. It's yet another reason why Clarke loves him.

"Is this seat taken?" Clarke asks in a mock flirtatious tone as she slides into the unoccupied stool next to Molly, laughing slightly as she attaches her bag to the hook under the bar.