Later that afternoon…………
Shane sat on the edge of the bed, the framed photo of Molly from her bedside cabinet between her hands. She smiled as she remembered that morning. She had woken early to take some photos of Molly only to find that Molly had beaten her to it.
All though the photos weren't masterpieces they were perfect and to Shane, breathtaking.
Molly had taken photos of herself by simply lifting the camera above her head. Shane smiled as
she heard Molly's words replaying in her mind "I wanted to get my good side."
Shane looked around the simple apartment, everywhere there seemed to be a photograph of Molly.
Why are you punishing yourself? Asked a voice in her head you've got all these photographs
in here for what reason? Forget about her. She's not your problem anymore, you never needed her anyway.
Yet at the same time another voice spoke up as well. Forget about her? That girl was the best thing that ever happened to you and you want to forget about her? You deserve to be tormented, after you selfishly broke that poor girls heart.
She gave up everything for you and you repay her by fucking Jenny's girlfriend. And what about Jenny? Hadn't she suffered enough?
Shane put down the photo and lay her head in her hands. These voices were driving her crazy. In fact she took them as a sign that she had finally lost it.
There was a knock on the apartment door and a voice called softly "Shane?"
Shane got up and swiftly moved to the door, hope building with every step. She opened the door and
there stood.
"Alice?"
"Surprise! Happy to see me?"
"Of course, I just… what brings you 'round here?"
"We came to see you, is that a problem?"
"We?"
"Tasha is just coming along behind. Why? Is something going on? Did you think I was Molly?"
"No, of course not. Come in"
Tasha appeared from the top of the steps and followed Alice in.
"Well" said Shane "It's not much, bit untidy but it's the best I could get on such short notice. It's not too bad. What do you think? Al?"
But Alice wasn't listening. Instead she was staring at the numerous photos of Molly around the apartment.
Shane followed her gaze and couldn't miss the sigh that Tash gave.
"Shane?"
"Don't Al"
"What do you want me to say Shane. Nothing? It's pretty obvious that you screwed things up real bad and Molly isn't coming back."
"So what?"
"So what? You've got to accept it and try to move on with your life. Tormenting yourself with all these photos and memories won't change anything. Molly would still be marrying that tool of a boyfriend and you'll be alone in this crummy apartment with crappy photos and painful memories."
"Wait. She's marrying that guy?"
"Oh my god. I thought you knew, Shane I thought you knew I…"
Shane sat down on the couch, her body numb and in shock.
"She's marrying that bastard." She repeated it quietly to herself, trying to believe the words.
Alice looked at Tash desperately for help but she only shrugged and rolled her eyes.
Shane suddenly stood up.
"You have to go."
"No. We don't. We have all afternoon, don't we Tash?"
"No. You guys have to go 'cause I've got so much stuff I have to do." She said breezily.
Alice was still uncertain "Are you sure? 'Cause we really can stay if you need to talk.."
"Talk? Huh ha ha! What would I need to talk about?"
"About Molly getting married, I mean I understand how it would bother you with you guys only breaking up, what 4 months ago."
"Why should that bother me?" inquired Shane lightly "Molly can marry whoever the fuck she wants. Not my problem"
"You sure it doesn't bother you?"
"Yes I'm sure." Replied Shane "Now if you don't mind if you could…"
She motioned to the door.
"Come on." Said Tash pulling Alice with her.
"Well if you're sure. We'll call later though 'kay?"
"Whatever"
"So.. Bye"
"Bye."
The door swung shut and for a moment there was complete silence.
And then Shane began to cry.