Page 47 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

My eyes fell shut, my breath stolen by the sensation of him filling the voids I’d ignored for so, so long. Here, in this place, everything made sense. Nothing was careless. Here, together, it was like going backward in time. We traveled to the days when those letters were being penned. To when happiness radiated around us.

To when we got lost in one another, the rest of the world a blur.

Finn and I were so lost that neither of us noticed the person outside.

The person leaving another letter in my mailbox.

_

Molly,

* * *

Tonight you told me you wanted to postpone the wedding. That was right before you asked me to leave your apartment so you could have some space. We’re getting married next week and you need space. We’re getting married next week and you want to postpone our wedding because your mother has convinced you that it’s too soon. We’ve been dating for two and a half years, and it’s too soon to get married? What the fuck?

* * *

I haven’t said a thing about the wedding. I told you to do whatever you wanted, that all I cared about was that at the end of the day, you’d be my wife. But I’ve changed my mind. Now I want something. I want you to stop listening to the toxic words that spew out of your mother’s mouth. I want you to stop letting her poison seep into our life. I want you to stop doubting me. Doubting us.

* * *

It’s our life, Molly. Me and you. And every time you have one of your “sessions” with her, she twists you in knots. She says that I might not love you enough. She says that I may eventually look at other women behind your back. She says that our marriage could hold you back from your own dreams.

* * *

It’s all bullshit. I know it. You know it. She knows it.

She knows you’re the love of my life. She knows you’re the only woman I see and ever will. But that woman fucking hates me. She has from day one. Nothing I do will ever be good enough because she thinks you can do better.

* * *

Fuck that. And fuck her.

* * *

You get twenty-four hours of space. That’s it. There is no version of my future where you aren’t by my side. So take your space. Sort it out in your head, just like I know you will. You always do. Then put it aside. Because we’re getting married next week. And I can’t wait to call you my wife.

* * *

I

love you.

* * *

Yours,

Finn

Seven

Finn

I opened the door to The Maysen Jar and stepped inside, scanning the room. The second I spotted her face, I spun back for the door.

Did she see me?

“Hello, Finn.”