The phone doesn’t stop buzzing.

Interview requests. Invitations. A producer’s voicemail promising “a comeback bigger than anyone imagined.” Molly stares at the screen like it’s a loaded weapon.

“They want me back,” she says softly. “The parties. The cameras. The version of me everyone remembers.”

You sit beside her on the couch, the apartment warm and familiar. “Do you want it?”

She hesitates. That’s all the answer you need.

“I worked so hard to become… real,” she whispers. “I finally like who I am when no one’s watching.”

Later that night, she turns down the offer. Just like that. No dramatic speech. No tears. Just a quiet decision.

When she sets the phone down, she exhales—relieved.

“You know,” she says, smiling at you, “I used to think being seen was everything. Turns out, being chosen—and choosing back—is better.”