Now she was alone. And what did she do in this loneliness? She thought about him. She was disgusted with herself. This, too, was a trait of Eponine. Her solo, the song that made or broke any actress playing Eponine, On My Own, exhibited this exact theme. Eponine wanders through the streets of Paris, thinking of her love. Molly thought of the streets of Paris, and the love that she had lost there.

                        Sometimes I walk alone at night, when everybody else is sleeping.
                        I think of him, and then I’m happy with the company I’m keeping.  
                        The city goes to bed, and I can live inside my head.
                        On my own, pretending he’s beside me,
                        All alone, I walk with him ‘til morning.
                        Without him, I feel his arms around me,
                        And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me.
                        In the rain, the city shines like silver,
                        All the lights are misty in the river.

Through everything that had happened, Molly was still hopelessly in love. A feeling that made her feel horribly pathetic. But Molly wasn’t naïve. She knew that she couldn’t have what she wanted. As Eponine couldn’t. Eponine’s bitter laments are what truly linked the two girls so closely together:

And all I see his him and me, forever and forever.
And I know, its only in my mind.
That I’m talking to myself, and not to him.
And although I know that he is blind,
Still I say, there’s a way for us.
I love him, but when the night is over,
He is gone, the river’s just a river.

Like Eponine, Molly was not disillusioned by her situation. She knew she loved in vain. Being fully aware of  the reality of her life made it worse. So much worse.

One thought often repeated in Molly’s mind: At least Eponine got to die. And it was true. Eponine was never faced with Marius and Cosette’s union, their marriage. She died long before that happened. Molly wasn’t so lucky. Molly was faced with Jess and his true love every day. Sometimes Molly wondered if she’d be happy dying in Jess’s arms, if that would free here somehow. But no, she knew it wouldn’t.

For Molly had to live through this devastating heart break, for she had something Eponine did not: friends. Molly saw herself as alone, but knew it was only an allusion. There were people in her life that loved her. She began telling herself that she didn’t need Jess’s love. There were people in her life that loved her more than he ever would have could have. She had also begun telling herself, much due to the prompting of her friends, that he didn’t deserve her love either. She was beginning to believe them. Molly tried to have faith in the unknown someone that surely was waiting for her out there; she tried to have comfort in the idea of him.

Molly knew she needed time. Time and space away from her personal tragedy. She assured herself that with time, things would be better. And she pitied Eponine, for she had no time left.