MOLLSTRADE
At the wedding reception, Molly danced. She danced like she never had before. She tried to forget. To forget that Tom wanted time away from her. But she couldn't help thinking about the many things that he could have meant by that. Was He cheating? Was he breaking up with her? Or was it simply just time away from her?
At the wedding reception, Greg watched. He watched everyone dancing; Mary, John, Molly - especially Molly. He tried to remember. To remember that she still belonged to someone else. He thought he wasn't good enough for her. He knew he wasn't good enough for her. But he kept on dreaming, hoping that one day it could happen.
Molly ran over to the drink table. Tom wanted to break the engagement. She'd run away from him before she could do something silly, like slap him or cry. But she nearly ran into Greg, who'd been refilling his glass, when he turned around.
"Woah!" he quietly exclaimed. "What's up?"
Molly looked up at him.
"Oh, Greg! It's you!" she gasped, laughing nervously. "It's not important."
"Everything's important when it comes to you." Greg told her, placing a hand on Molly's shoulder and guiding her to an empty table.
"It's silly." she reiterated, sitting next to him.
Greg moved his hand to her cheek.
"Nothing's ever silly." he told her.
He was sober enough to know what he was doing, but drunk enough to not care. Molly looked up at Greg. In that moment, she saw something. She saw something in him that made her realize something. It made her realize that she wasn't looking for good looks or sociopathic tendencies. She was looking for a man who was by her side, always. Molly was looking for Greg. And she knew that she could have a future with him. Greg pressed a kiss to Molly's cheek, before going back to the drink table. Molly smiled at his back. Yeah. She could definitely see her future with Greg.