Molly Stearns (
losttheright) wrote2015-06-30 06:51 pm
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For an occasion that she's largely come to dread, knowing how difficult it's tended to be the past few years, Molly doesn't actually think her birthday has been that terrible this time around. If anything, it's been pretty nice, though she still doesn't feel much like celebrating or even drawing that much attention to it. There's no need. She'd much rather hold on to the fact that she feels alright than make a big deal out of what shouldn't have to be, an occasion that doesn't really mean all that much in the first place. Twenty-four isn't even that significant an age, and as long as she can keep at bay thoughts of how much older she is now than she ever would have gotten to be back home, she can get through this just fine.
When she heads back to her building, even after going out for a couple drinks, it's relatively early, but she still goes straight to Lee's apartment instead of her own, having texted a little earlier to make sure he'd be around by the time she got there. For months now, longer than she's even stopped to think about, this has been normal for the two of them, a routine she's comfortably fallen into. She can't think of anyone she'd rather spend the rest of tonight with anyway, even if she wouldn't have already been doing so in the first place.
Standing outside his door, her bag over one shoulder and blazer folded in the crook of her arm, she knocks on his door, rocking back on her heels and biting her lip through a smile as she waits for him to answer.
When she heads back to her building, even after going out for a couple drinks, it's relatively early, but she still goes straight to Lee's apartment instead of her own, having texted a little earlier to make sure he'd be around by the time she got there. For months now, longer than she's even stopped to think about, this has been normal for the two of them, a routine she's comfortably fallen into. She can't think of anyone she'd rather spend the rest of tonight with anyway, even if she wouldn't have already been doing so in the first place.
Standing outside his door, her bag over one shoulder and blazer folded in the crook of her arm, she knocks on his door, rocking back on her heels and biting her lip through a smile as she waits for him to answer.