I’m not about to argue, so I hurry alongside him, closing the distance between us and them.
And when Molly glances back and catches my eyes, that feeling of unease lessens. Going back to therapy is something I’ve always wanted to revisit. I started it, and it helped, but when I moved out on my own, I couldn’t afford it, so this … I have to take it with both hands.
Molly deserves to have a stable boyfriend.
And maybe, just maybe, I deserve it a little too.
My life has only improved since Molly walked into it, and I meant every word I said to him a year ago.
I’ll always fight for us.
So this is me.
Fighting.
And for Molly, I’ll never stop.
