Your eyes followed along as the nib of her pen traced across the page, leaving frilly cursive with each drag. Molly looked focused, her hair falling into her face as she put all of her attention into those few words, yet you somehow knew that the words she wrote were something that ailed her.

Her eyes looked up to meet yours, seemingly noticing the fact you were watching her, observing her as she allowed herself to be vulnerable. A frail, pale finger reached up, pressing her own vibrant hair from her eyes, a smile working itself to her face as she gently folded the paper which held her thoughts. "I didn't see you there."