* phone rings*

Hello..? Who is this?

Hey it’s me Jake

Is this still your number Molly? Is this even Molly whom I’m speaking to?

Molly breaks a smile

Why of course it is me! If not go ask your brother, he’d ought to clear it.

Molly’s pov:

I can’t believe it!

He ringed me up after years of no contact!

Wasn’t I just as burdensome as then as I am now?!

Why does he ask for me?! I gave him no motives to pursue me out. Not when all he knows how to do is leave me out or behind. I wasn’t dealing again a repeat on history.

Why can’t he just let me be! His absence has hurt enough. I can’t let old wounds rupture again.

****

So hey… Jake did you need something?

***

No..no sorry if I interrupted your night. I seemed to have missed you that’s all

***

Molly’s pov:

Wow. That’s all huh

Look listen, thanks for ringing me up but I’ve got to get going and you.. well last time I heard you have a girlfriend to get going

Jake’s pov:

A girlfriend…?

I’m sorry how did that come again?

***

Molly’s POV

Well, yes. Precisely that. The small village loved to talk about one’s life and so it was a confirmed rumor that you were a loving partner to not only a beautiful girlfriend of yours but also a father to a precious little girl.

Look, I don’t want to miss around this amazing thing you got going on in your life.

Yes we had the love and the chemistry but somewhere along the way all of that got tatter away. We let other people get involved in our relationship.

***

Jake’s pov

Molly. I’m sorry for how things turned out to be. I really am

I just wanted to let you know and even if you doubt it now I loved you back then and I still love you now

***

Molly’s pov:

I fall sightly holding myself upright…

Why now? Why tell me the words I so longed for then.

I wanted his words to slip as I was beside him. Why confess to me when we became strangers, into a mere passerby.

It hurts, he hurts. To come back again and shudder me with longing words that were meant for my younger love.

📞 / look Jake this should’ve said to me when there was an us.

I’m sorry. Your love wounds me to a greater fault.

I don’t think i can give any more of me to you

// And so she hung up the phone. Perhaps she did the right thing. She had suffered with him and did not want to know how life were to be again with the same man. Love doesn’t bloom twice out of the same person. Not when you made yourself feel that you were deserving of such thing