After excluding all external factors, I came to realize that the only obstacle to our relationship was our infirm hearts...
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"Mrs. Molly Long," Lisa greeted a pale-faced Molly, who was coming down the stairs. Lisa had just finished preparing the food for dinner and was walking out of the kitchen. Her voice full of concern, she asked Molly politely, "Are you all right?"
Forcing a smile that still came out sad, Molly stared at Lisa before replying. "I want to go for a walk. Don't cook dinner for me," she instructed.
Startled, Lisa quickly asked, "But where are you going? How about letting John give you a ride?"
Shaking her head, Molly dismissed the concerned look on Lisa's face as she answered, "No, thanks. I only want to be alone for a while, and a walk is what I need."
Before Lisa could argue, Molly left the villa. Watching the young woman's departing figure, Lisa could not help but sigh deeply. When Molly was out of sight, she went back to finish her tasks. Having no idea what had happened in the villa that morning, Lisa shrugged her shoulders wondering what had prompted Molly's decision to leave.
Making her way down the mountain, Molly slightly lowered her head to look at her toes and watch her steps while descending.
Surprisingly, nobody stopped her from doing what she wanted today. Brian had not returned since leaving early in the morning. Perhaps, the whole world changed when she had come face-to-face with Lucy.
A mocking smile lifted at the corner of her lips, yet Molly couldn't figure out what she was feeling. She had thought she was already quite desperate, so it surprised her that Lucy's appearance and what she had said made her feel even more despondent.
Suddenly, she stopped to look around. Molly had reached the foot of the mountain without knowing it. The bus stop where she took the bus to work every day was nearby.
She trudged towards the bus stop and slowly sat down on the bench for waiting passengers. Her dull appearance made Molly seem like an empty shell with her soul stripped away.
A black Benz turned at the corner just as the bus stopped to pick up passengers. Molly had gotten on the bus when the car reached the bus stop. Inside, Brian curiously scanned the few people still boarding the bus one-by-one.
Choosing a window seat, Molly had settled before Brian could see her. She turned to look out of the window when she caught sight of the moving Benz from her peripheral vision. The bus door closed and started to move in the opposite direction of the Benz. So, Molly and Brian missed each other.
There was a dull look in Molly's eyes as she stared out of the bus window. She had leaned her head and inhaled deeply. The scene from this morning kept playing back in her mind.
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