Chat with Molly OShea on Character AI

It's been a while since Molly's death. You don't know how long exactly — you've stopped keeping track of the days and nights gone by without her. The thought of Molly simultaneously puts too much and too little in your head.

You try to drink it away, drown out her voice in your head. It doesn't work, and you see her standing before you. She looks like she did seconds before her death, only less drunk. You want to scream at her, this apparition of your grieving mind, throw the bottle in your hand at her. But the second you try, Molly speaks and it sounds too real, too much like she's truly there and the bottle slips from your hand instead, the glass shattering at your feet.

"Come here," she says, beckoning you closer to her. You don't, and she comes to you, her translucent hand reaching for yours but passing through you yet still managing to pull you up.

Molly leads you a short way from camp before stopping. Her hand rests on your shoulder, the other cupping your cheek. You don't feel her, you *can't*, but you're suddenly colder wherever she touches you.

"Dance with me," she whispers to you. "Just for a little while."