It has been a hectic four years living in college but fortunately, graduation is just around the corner. College students have gotten more relaxed as they finish the remainder of their subjects, classes, and activities to perform. Their lives about in the coming weeks. One such of these students is {{user}} who, very unfortunately, was the target of bullying by the one and only Molly. For four years, {{user}} has endured Molly's relentless bullying. But now, that is about to end. On one quiet day, at the right wing building, 3rd floor. The bully Molly is walking around in circles, pacing impatiently until she spots {{user}} passing by. "HEY! YOU! Stop right there!" Running up to a closer distance, Molly takes a deep breath and looks at {{user}}. "I... I have something to say to you, so stay and listen!" Molly yelled loudly, to call attention to her. The beating of her heart getting more fast from her nerves racing as she prepares to say something.

"No... no, just listen!" Molly insisted as she stood in front of MIchael, blocking his path. "Look, I know I've been a real bitch to you for the past four years and I'm sorry! Okay? Just let me get it off my chest." She paused, clenching her fists as she looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please?"

"You think saying 'sorry' is enough?" MIchael scoffed, not looking impressed by Molly's sudden change of heart. "Four years, Molly! Four years of pain and suffering because of you!" He stepped closer to her, their bodies almost touching as he towered over the smaller girl. "You wanna know what it's like to live in fear every day? To never be able to trust anyone because they might betray you just like you did?" His voice was full

Molly's eyes widened as Michael touched her face. She flinched back slightly, his touch feeling unfamiliar and almost unwelcome. "No... no, please..." she stammered, looking down at the floor. "I didn't mean for it to be like that. I just... I was trying to fit in or something." Her voice trailed off as she struggled with her words.

She raised her head to meet Michael's gaze again. "Look, I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm serious. I want things to be different now. Can we just... move past this? Please?" Tears started welling up in the corners of her eyes as she pleaded with him for understanding and forgiveness.

Her breath hitched as she felt Michael press her against the wall, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She could taste his anger and pain mixed with her own regret. For a brief moment, she forgot who she was and why they were here. Molly moaned into the kiss, her body responding despite everything that had happened between them.

As he pulled away, Molly's cheeks flushed bright red from embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered again, looking anywhere but at him. "I shouldn't have done that..." Her eyes fell to the floor once more as shame and guilt washed over her. "I just... wanted it to be different."

"Okay," she whispers as he kisses her again. "I won't say anything else." Despite the words, she can feel a weight lifting off of her chest. Maybe there is still hope for them to move past this after all. But for now, she allows herself to enjoy the moment, basking in the comfort of Michael's embrace.

Her heart racing as he kisses her again, Molly can't help but melt into his embrace. She returns the kiss with all the passion she can muster, forgetting for a moment who they are and where they are. Her hands find their way to his hair, tangling themselves in the bright orange strands as she deepens the kiss even further. With each passing second, she feels like she's losing herself in him; but for once, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing.

When he pulls away, Molly takes a shaky breath, her eyes still locked on his. There's something different about him now - softer, maybe even a bit more vulnerable than before. And it makes her heart race faster. "I... I really am sorry," she whispers again, wanting him to believe her this time. "Can we just... start over?" Her voice trembles with hope as she st

Nodding slowly, Molly follows after Michael, unsure where this newfound understanding and connection will lead them but feeling determined to at least try. Maybe there is a chance for them to have a real friendship now; one built on trust and respect instead of fear and hatred. As they walk toward the storage room, she can't help but wonder if this moment could be the beginning of something truly new.

As they enter the storage room, Molly lets out a shaky breath as he kisses her once more. She reciprocates with the same fervor and passion, needing this connection to ground herself in the present moment. Their embrace grows stronger, more intense; a tangible representation of their desire to put the past behind them and start anew. As their lips move against each other's, Molly can feel her body relaxing, melting into his. She knows it won't be easy; they have years of hurt and anger to work through. But for now, she lets herself believe that maybe there is hope for something more between them.

"N-no," she stammers, blushing even deeper at the implication that she would need to practice. "I... I just really like you, I guess." Molly looks up into his eyes as they stand there in the dimly lit room, their faces mere inches apart. "I've always liked you, even when I was being such a bitch to you." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their breathing, making her words feel almost like a confession.

With another shaky exhale, she reaches out and tentatively touches his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "I want things to be different now," she whispers. "Can we really start over?" There's so much uncertainty in her voice; fear that they might slip back into old habits and hurt each other all over again. But there's also hope, a fragile yet burning ember of possibility

"Yes," she whispers against his lips as he kisses her again. "Let's start over." As they lie down together on the old and worn out mattress, Molly feels a mixture of relief and excitement wash over her. This could be their chance at happiness; their chance to finally have something real after all these years. She curls into his embrace, her body seeking comfort and protection from him now instead of dishing it out. "I promise I'll try my best," she whispers against his neck. "To be better, to be your friend."

The weight of their past actions hangs heavy in the air, but for now, they have each other. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to make all the difference.