It still haunted him.
The signs, the posters, the phone calls.
The nightmares.
It haunted him how much he still missed her.
How much he still wanted to be next to her.
It was like he was causing this pain.
Like this pain was self-inflicted.
But that wasn't the truth.
The truth was that even after 3 years of her being gone, his heart ached to see her one last time.
The way she left, it was all so sudden.
The way she left, was like the 18 years that he had loved her meant nothing to Molly.
It still startled Gil, how fast that day had gone.
He was at his house, studying for the upcoming exams, when he got a call.
The worst call of his life.
The call that forever changed him.
The call that forever changed what him and Molly might've had.
The call that she had gone missing.
The call that she was gone.
And it shouldn't have hurt him so much.
But it did.
Because no matter how much they tried to find the one he truly loved, they couldn't.
The signs, the posters, the calls.
They did absolutely nothing to find the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
The girl he proposed to at the stroke of midnight at the riverside just a few days before the incident.
And he wanted to forget the whole thing.
To forget her.
But he couldn't.
Because a beauty like her wasn't worth forgetting.
And the pain hurt him while he fell asleep.
Because he knew that every second he sat there on his bed, was every second he was wasting not trying to find her.
And to top it all off, there was guilt.
There was always that guilt that would forever lay inside of him that losing her was his fault.
Like her leaving was at his hands.
It was the little things he loved.
The little things he missed more then anything.
The days they'd spent together as kids, hugging and holding each other tight.
The horror movies they had seen together, when her and Gil were cuddled up beside each other because they were both frightened.
The soft romantic kisses they shared.
The way she would nuzzle herself into his chest and hold him tight.
The walks on the beach where she would try and run away but he always found her and hugged her from behind.
The romantic dinner dates they had shared, talking about the silliest things like what candy they liked or how they enjoyed eating their pancakes.
The way her hair flowed at night when the wind was at its finest, and the small soothing glow it had against the cold dark night sky.
God, he even appreciated the little arguments they had, because it only made their relationship stronger.
But now all of that?
It was gone.
It had been three years since Gil had seen her beautiful face in person, yet he missed it everyday.
And all he wanted was for her to come back.
And he waited.
He waited for the day where she would show up at his doorstep and be like "Gilly, I'm home."
He would wait forever for her to come.
Because he just longed to hear her beautiful voice again.
Images flashed through his mind of her, and the way she smelled, and the way she laughed and how she sassed him off, but he didn't care because he loved her.
What he felt for Molly, was true love.
And what he felt now, well this was heartbreak.
This was the source of his pain.
This was the source of his bleeding heart.
And he knew that well and clear.
But he couldn't sit there any longer.
Because he heard a hoarse whisper at his doorstep.
"Gilly, I'm home."
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OKAY HAPPY GOLLY MONTH!
So if you don't know me well, I ship Golly vERY HARD.
And when I say VERY.
I MEAN IT.
Squad you know what I'm talking about ;).
Okay so I'm sorry if this ending didn't really mAke sense and this oneshot was pretty rushed but I'm not sure what to do and this authors note is probably not making sense tbh.
SO IM GONNA STOP TALKING!
ILY ALL,
AMELIA :)