“Good.” Molly beamed at me. Nothing. “Hey – been there.”
“Completely different situation.” Chris fired back, his voice temporarily losing its flamboyance. “She’s gonna need this,” I found myself muttering out loud. At this point, I decided to risk everything. “She hasn’t seen me in a year or so, maybe she got shy around me an-” I cut myself off as I realized the implications of what I was saying. When I decided it was the right time, I marched up to her room and knocked tenderly on the door. I had never seen Molly attempt to overcome her anxiety attacks. I was surprised to see Holly, dressed in clothing starkly different than that of what I remember her wearing, marching towards me. The day after, the barrier was gone and it became clear that one of us had to start a conversation with the other person, and of course that one was going to be me.
