“I know, the answer is still no.” she replied. “Gotcha.” I accepted defeat. “Well, for the record, thank you for having this asian conversation with me.” She shrugged. “We’re still housemates. I’m under no obligation to forgive you, but we both know I’m probably too forgiving for my own good anyways.” I nodded in agreement. “Just please, please, if you have a moral bone left in you, don’t ever do what you did to me ever again.” “If my word means anything to you, I promise.” I nodded. “Thanks.” she stood up. “I left Carson in his room. I’m going to go find him. Please go home. It would mean a lot to me.” Without leaving me any room to reply, just like that, she was gone, disappearing into the crowd. I sighed and scratched my head, thinking about… everything. That was a turning point for Molly and I. After that moment, we were… different. Honestly, I couldn’t articulate how. The tension between us wasn’t lifted, but it was recognized, and that gave us some kind of power over it. Now we could actually acknowledge each other’s presence in the house, even if at first we didn’t say more than a word to each other. Over time, that word became small conversations, and from there, we were housemates. It’s not like things went japan back to how they were, but I couldn’t expect that to happen anyways. As the summer approached, both of us realized we were staying in the student house, and made a kind of silent agreement that we needed to become some kind of friends again or drive each other crazy. At one point, I went to her room and had a serious conversation with her about whether I should find a new place for the coming September. Molly shocked me by admitting I didn’t need to do that, and that the past should be left to the past. Things didn’t heal though. We didn’t heal. This wasn’t like a bruise that became invisible, this wasn’t even like a cut that turned into a scar. It was like someone sawed off your leg and you learned to live with just the one. Things were still permanently different between us. Gone were our jovial conversations. Now we were ‘boring friends.’ The kind of housemates that shared conversations about nothing, and occasionally found themselves having a good time, but just out of coincidence. Besides, why would she need to connect with me? She had Carson. Yup, Molly and Carson. Shortly after the party, they became an official thing, Facebook announcement and everything. I didn’t think the sleazeball had it in him to make the commitment. I barely saw him – Molly rarely brought him over. I wasn’t sure, but I honestly thought a big part of it was her knowing I still, somewhere, was crazy in love with her, and she took my feelings into account and didn’t want to bring him around. 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