"Morgan?" I walked into the room doused with long shadows. The last of the winter sun for this day gleamed through the old stained glass windows, creating unusual spiralling patterns of multicoloured light, which danced upon the white walls and ceiling. He was bent over some study, the calculus answers I could never seem to achieve whizzing round his intelligent mind. I decided that I would need more than a hesitant question to bring him to me, and awaken him from his mathematical revere.
"Morgan, I need to talk to you." This seemed to have the desired effect. He turned around in his wooden chair, a mathematical genius in the making. His hair curled slightly at the ends, just the way I liked it, and his blue eyes pierced me with their honesty and sincerity behind his oval glasses. The sight of him looking with so much care for me was enough to make my heart skitter. This was my choice though. We were not right together; it was only a temporary happiness. I had to search after true happiness and fulfilment. Unfortunately, the world where I could find it was several dimensions away from the one we were standing together in currently.
His eyes searched mine, we were locked in such intensity that for a moment, I thought I would never be able to leave him. With unbelievable clarity, he understood in an instant.
"You're ready to leave, right?" he asked me questioningly, and not without a slight moment of pain and hurt for what he knew he would lose. "Things have been disintegrating for a time Morgan, we both know it," I replied. "I have this book; it's amazing, magical you could call it. I can put things into it, and make things turn out the way I want them to. I can tailor the story to suit myself. The thing is, every time I try to do it, it's getting harder and harder. I know what I have to do however; I need to go into the book myself." I realised as I said this, just how crazy it actually sounded. No one could change a book to the way they wanted it to be unless they wrote it themselves. I looked up from the patterned carpet I was staring at; eventually I knew I'd have to face Morgan's eyes, his belief that I had gone crazy.
I decided to try and get in a word edgeways, before he told me that I was crazy and started to ring the hospital for a psychiatric nurse to come and pick me up. "I'm not crazy Morgan!" I stared into his eyes, trying to convey meaning with expressions. I had never seemed to master that technique, but it was working quite well currently.
Morgan's soft voice startled me from my thoughts, "I know you're not crazy Laura. And I also know that our relationship has been disintegrating. I love you, but not enough to last eternity. You should have every chance to find someone that loves you that much, as well as I should have the equal chance to find someone who loves me that much in return."
Tears were starting to well in my eyes, I knew Morgan would understand. There was a reason I had spent the last eight months of my life with him, trying to make him happy, and free him from the demons that occupied his thoughts. The demons that had destroyed his past. "Laura, don't cry. We can still have the memories of each other, I will never forget you. You've helped me so much, even if you don't believe that, you have. Please, please remember that. I will always remember you in a good way. You were the one girl who has stuck by me for any decent length of time. You have never turned on me."
He pulled me into a bear hug, and I relaxed into the familiar warmth and scents that I knew I would say goodbye to by leaving this world, never to return. "Morgan, I need you to know...this book...hold onto it. Keep it safe. If you're ever wondering about me, all you need to do is read it, and if you ever want to join me, all you need to do is start writing your story into it. Integrate yourself into this world. But Morgan, you have to be sure....because you won't be able to come back. But keep reading, I'd like to know you're still thinking about me."
"Always."
We sunk into each other, relaxed, our friendship easy as I set to depart this world that had been far too cruel to me. I'd always miss Morgan, yet I would always cherish the memories, they would be my treasure that I would carry around forever, wherever I go.
