Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Molly caught sight of him looking back at their trail vanishing with each crashing wave. It brought to light another happy memory. Were sending our footprints to the other side of the world mom. Thats right baby. All the way to the other side of the world for other little boys and girls. Molly smiled. Even something as simple as footprints left in the sand was rather symbolic of life. It was there, an impression made, but then as the waves of time repeatedly beat down, they were changed until they ceased to exist. Molly never really considered herself a deep person, as others might say. To her life was life, and she saw no point in wasting it not saying whatever she wanted to. Often others would tell her, you say whatever you want. There was truth to that. She thought, you only have one life to life. So why not? Sadly this line of thinking only translated into what she said. Her actions, on the other hand, were a different story. Having always done the right thing, Molly never really let go and lived life for herself, but with Gabriel in her life now, she was about to change all that. If she hadnt lived her life for herself, she was certainly going to die the way she wanted to. She smirked at his comments about cooking and killing being almost the same. Remembering when she first started to learn how to cook, she would have to agree with him. Being in the kitchen with her when she was boiling water could prove to be dangerous. Just like with the footprints in the sand, time had altered her cooking skills, making them better, and that was something everyone that knew her was glad for. He spoke about being at the park with his mother, and in that moment, she felt like she was seeing the man behind the black, the motorcycle, and the money. He was simply a man remembering a happy time with his mother. Theres something so beautiful in the simplistic honesty he was revealing. The windows to his own soul were opened right now, and though she couldnt look into his eyes, Molly was sure she had a good perspective as to who Gabriel was. He extended his hand and made his offer. She smiled at him, warmly, as the sun continued to warm her. Yeah, she replied, reaching for him, and grasping his hand. Molly paused, looking at his hand. Had she truly felt something? Did he? Was her imagination playing tricks on her, making her feel something because she so desperately wanted to? She looked up and finally stared into his eyes once more. Please let there be something there. Please. Let me see. Gabriel let me in. She squeezed his hand firmly and stepped closer to him, the water rushing about her ankles now. Gabriel, there is something I want to tell you. Molly took a moment, still drinking in his eyes, allowing him to do the same. Were standing in water up to our ankles, and I really hope thats seaweed that just brushed against my ankle. Molly screamed and began to sprint from the water, but she never let go of his hand. Once she was cleared from the water, she burst into laughter. Is it okay to get in your car with our feet a little wet and the sand? Honestly we can take my car or the bus if you dont want to track it into your car.