[Molly is on the roof, considering jumping. she stands there, arms outstretched, with her eyes closed so tightly as she stands on the edge but doesn't move a muscle. that is, until she hears the briefest of sighs accompanied with tapping of a pen, startling her enough make her nearly fall but, unfortunately for her, not enough to tilt her over the edge]
[nods absentmindedly as she allows herself to be pulled away from the roof's edge. she'll try hanging herself with jump rope later, which hardly worked before, but--]
I'm here, again. [Molly's taller than the eight year old Angela met at the party; her eyes aren't as bright and besides the puberty cycle making her a bit awkward around the edges, she has even an older soul than before.
she shrugs, though, because really, out of all the things she's been through at a very, very early age? this shouldn't be that big of deal but to her, it is. it only reminds her of the fact she'll never, ever be normal, no matter how hard she tries]
[her face softens slightly, and she could see the difference. She could tell that Molly had been one of the group who had gone back home, and she didn't like the changes in her either]
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Molly, dear, get away from the edge.
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Thanks.
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Is everything alright?
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she shrugs, though, because really, out of all the things she's been through at a very, very early age? this shouldn't be that big of deal but to her, it is. it only reminds her of the fact she'll never, ever be normal, no matter how hard she tries]
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Here isn't -- all that terrible, though, is it?
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