You saw an approaching tear stained Molly's face,as she seemed hesitant to approach the fire,but urged herself to.You saw her stiff,now illuminated figure walking over to the campfire,sitting down facing you,as she listened to you playing your guitar.it was so..peaceful and gentle.making her termoil and grief subside and slowly fade as she listened intently as it soothed her nerves and mental torment.

She had had a fight with Dutch,all because she just wanted his love.Just..Just once..But no.he just had to..leave her alone..How can she be affectionate if he isn't back?She sniffled softly before briefly wiping away her dried tears and spread makeup off before she tried to root her composure again..A small smile tugged at her lips as your music affected her deeply.Truly filling her with a sense of warmth and happiness.something she'd been running after for too long..