Unmindful of her condition, Molly ran all the way to the subway station where a giant billboard stood. She stopped in front of it and looked up to see what it advertised. Her slight figure was in complete contrast to the huge billboard in front of her. Molly stared at it blankly, then with confusion. For some reason, the image was familiar to her, but couldn't understand why she felt the need to run all the way there to look at it closely.
On the billboard was a spectacular building with the words 'QY Island' and 'Grand Night Casino' underneath the structure. Staring at it, she became more confused. Molly tilted her head slightly and wondered why she had a strong urge to run towards it after seeing the billboard from the taxi. But nothing came to mind. She continued staring at the billboard and kept mumbling, "Grand Night Casino." She repeated "Grand Night Casino" over and over again.
With head lowered and eyes to the ground, Molly repeated the three words several times. The name sounded very familiar to her, but she couldn't remember how she knew it. Why was it familiar sounding? Why? Her head began to pound from all the thinking she was doing.
Suddenly, a man walked up and crashed hard into Molly. Then he quickly fled without so much as a sorry. Molly was startled and staggered a bit, but before she could react, he was gone. She dismissed what happened, thinking it was only an accident. Looking up at the large signboard again, she focused on the name, still trying to remember.
The man who nearly knocked Molly down quickly hid nearby where she couldn't see him. He looked around and saw that no one noticed what just happened to the girl. The corners of his lips turned up into an evil and satisfied smile. He looked down at the things in his hand and quickly walked to the subway station to disappear for real this time.
After several minutes of staring at the billboard, Molly said the words 'Grand Night Casino' again, and this time she felt the blood drain from her face. Her beautiful face turned deathly pale. She bit down hard on her lower lip, and the hands clutching her belly tightened. Molly struggled for a bit until she could no longer hold back her emotions. She finally broke into tears that flowed down her cheeks, as everything came rushing back to her.
She remembered it all, including how badly it hurt.
Her knees wobbled, so she had to bend a little to prevent herself from falling. Her chest was so painful it became so hard to breathe, and Molly felt as if a knife was ripping through her heart. She was almost choking, and could hardly see anything through the tears that refused to stop falling.
Hot tears ran down her cheeks and plopped down the snowy ground. They were streaming like a river, slowly melting the thin layer of snow at her feet. She slowly crouched down and held on tightly to bent knees. Burying her face in that small space between arms and knees, she shut her eyes tight, wanting the tears to stop falling as she thought of Brian. To her disappointment, the more she ordered herself not to cry, the faster the tears gushed out.
People walked briskly and crowded the streets surrounding the area where Molly stood. Almost everyone who passed by Molly glanced at her curiously before turning away to continue walking and disappear in the subway station. They didn't know what happened to the sad girl and they didn't care. After all, it was New Year's Eve, and everyone was busy.
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Meanwhile, in A City…
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