[ WP ] : She now has the chance to fix her ruined life by going back to the decision that caused it . For some reason that moment was when she was asked `` What flavour do you want ? '' at Baskin Robbins .

Molly stood at the edge of the roof, the wind blowing her hair into her tear stained face. She was ready to jump, ready to end it. She nudged a piece of gravel off and watched it fall. 
 
 `` There's no going back now,'' she said out loud. 
 
 `` Or is there?'' She heard a voice call out from behind her. She turned to see an old man standing about fifteen feet away, smiling at her. 
 
 `` Do n't bother trying to stop me!'' She shouted at him. How dare he take this moment from her? 
 
 `` Oh I'm not trying to stop you Molly.'' The old man casually kicked at the gravel. 
 
 `` How do you know my name?'' She asked as she looked at him closer, trying to figure out if she knew him somehow. 
 
 `` Oh, I know you Molly Jane Clark, I know your soul. I know the pain you're in. I know why you want to jump off of this building and I understand it. But what if you could change everything?'' 
 
 `` I ca n't,'' she cried, `` it's too late.'' 
 
 `` It's never too late my dear,'' the old man said softly, `` what if you could go back to the moment that sent you down this path, the moment that set all of the horrible things in your life in motion, and change it? Make a different choice. Would you do it?'' 
 
 `` Of course I would, but that's impossible.'' Molly responded, annoyed that this strange man was stalling her with nonsense. 
 
 The old man grinned at her, `` Nothing is impossible.'' 
 
 She had n't noticed but he had moved closer during their conversation. He reached out and grabbed her hand. There was a flash of light and suddenly she was standing in front of a counter. Behind it was a guy in a pink shirt. 
 
 `` What flavor would you like?'' He asked. 
 
 `` What?'' She asked, confused. 
 
 *I was just on the roof was n't I? * she thought to herself. 
 
 `` What flavor would you like?'' The pink shirted man asked again. 
 
 Then it clicked. She remembered this day, the first day, the day it all began. She turned around and saw him. John Clark. It all came flooding back and she realized why she was back there. She had ordered Love Potion # 31 that day. John had overheard her. 
 
 `` Love Potion you say?'' He asked with a smile, `` you can use that on me if you want.'' 
 
 She laughed. It was a cheesy line but he was cute. He ordered the same and they ate together. He flirted with her and she liked it. She gave him her number. They dated for 3 years. For 3 years she was happy, but then they married and things changed. The first time he hit her, she blamed it on the alcohol. He seemed so sorry. He would never do it again. After the tenth time she was too scared to leave. 
 
 He made her alienate her friends and family. He made her quit her job and stay at home to take care of him and the house. Then she got pregnant, but he did n't want a baby. So he punched her in the stomach until she miscarried. 
 
 As she stood there in Baskin Robbins she remembered all this. She remembered the times he raped her, the time he burned her arm on the stove. She stared at him for what seemed like eternity and cried, knowing that this was the moment. This was her chance to change everything. 
 
 `` Ma'am?'' The cashier asked, pulling her back to the present. 
 
 `` I'm sorry,'' she said, wiping her eyes, `` I changed my mind, I'm not hungry.'' 
 
 As she walked toward the door she heard his voice. `` Thanks for holding up the line, lady.'' 
 
 She did n't look back, she just walked out the door, smiling for the first time in years.
