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I decided to go visit Morgan after she dropped us off. Even thought she wasn't showing it, I knew she must be upset about finding about that Ciaran was her father. She'd been horrified when I told her last night. I felt a sudden amount of pity. Having Ciaran as your birth father...it was beyond reasoning. Especially for someone with Morgan's personality to be descended from such evil. And I knew I had to tell her what I'd realized last night. I resolved to go. I sensed her by the marina. When I reached it in my car, she was sitting on the edge of the dock, dangling her feet over the water. As if sensing my presence, she stood up and turned around. I got out of my car and went to her. I wasn't sure if she even wanted me there. She might just need time alone. She looked miserable.
"Am I intruding?" I asked.
"Sort of. I came here because I needed time alone." That was reasonable after all. I probably would've had the same reaction. Right, time alone was fine. No problem.
"Want me to leave?" I asked of her.
She just shook her head. We stared at each other, and I quickly made up an excuse for coming to see her, while knowing how stupid I was being by procrastinating.
"I wanted you to know," I told her, "I just got word on Killian. Apparently he thought the owl as sent to spy on him, as we all did. He took off, fearing that Amyranth was really after him. He's still lying low, but I just got word that he's okay." I knew I was avoiding what I really wanted to tell her. Maybe now wasn't the time. She was obviously upset. But now was when she'd need my support, right?
"Oh," she said, her voice expressionless, "That's good."
I studied her for a moment. She must be worse off than I realized. "Killian may be okay," I said, "You, on the other hand, clearly are not."
"You noticed," she said, she seemed strangely cold to me.
"Of course I noticed," I said, staring at her. How could she think I wouldn't? "What do you take me for?"
She didn't say anything, didn't move. She just stared at the floor, eyes wide.
I ran a hand nervously through my hair and tried to make my tone gentler. "Morgan, tell me what I can do. How can I help?"
"I-," she started, but her voice trailed off. "You can't," she started again, "No one can."
It was obvious she didn't want me here, but I didn't feel like I could leave her like this. She had never looked so forlorn before.
"All right," I said. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets to keep my hands from pulling her into my arms. "Maybe you're not ready to talk right now. Can we get together tomorrow night?"
"No!" She almost shouted the word.
"Why not?" I felt like I was interrogating her, but she was my girlfriend. Why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong? I searched her eyes, but she seemed to avoid my gaze.
"I guess I need to get used to it," she said after a moment, and I had no idea what she meant.
"Used to what?"
"To what it's going to be without you," she told me in a dead voice.
Once I recovered from my initial shock, I reminded myself to speak. "What?" I let out a startled, bitter sounding laugh. "What are you saying?"
She looked everywhere but at me. "I have to be on my own. I'm poison, Hunter. I can't help it." So that was what this was about. She had to realize that Ciaran's past didn't mean her future. How could she not?
I blew my breath out into the freezing air. "Don't be ridiculous. Heritage does not equal destiny." But for some reason, a cold mass of dread was welling inside of me. "For me it does," she said, "I can't be with you anymore. We have to break up."
She shut her eyes tightly, as if seeing caused her pain. Those had been the words I'd been dreading. For a moment, I tried to convince myself that I hadn't really heard them. I hadn't, had I? No. Of course not. Morgan loved me.
"We have to do what?" I asked, controlling my voice steadily. It hadn't had been real. It couldn't have been. It'd been my mind playing tricks on me.
"I'm breaking up with you," she repeating, opening her eyes, but looking away. She had said it. Goddess, I thought, she said it. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I don't love you anymore." My heart threatening to fall out of my chest onto the floor at those words. No, no, no, I thought, you do. You love me, you told me so.
"Really?" I asked. My voice was frigid, even compared to the air. "When did that happen?"
"Things-things have changed," she said, and her voice wavered. "I'm sorry. I just don't love you anymore."
She was lying, and we both knew it. Her voice was much too unemotional for her to be telling the truth. She kept her eyes to the floor. But I also knew that she was breaking up with me, and that she was serious about it. I cursed Ciaran silently.
"Listen." My voice came out sounding much more desperate than I'd meant it, and I cursed myself for being vulnerable to her. "I came here to tell you something else. I never really believed in all this muirn beatha dan stuff. I thought it was just romantic nonsense." Once I'd started, the words were flying out of my mouth. I knew what they were leading up to. Nice timing, Niall, I told myself. "But Morgan, you are my muirn beatha dan. I realized that when I thought I was going to lose you to Amyranth," I barely breaked before saying the next words. Everything had lead up to this. "I love you-absolutely, totally, forever. Know that."
There I said it. And it had been easy. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest by her, but it had been easy to say I love you for the first time. And I'd never said it before. I'd never loved anybody before. Not in this sort of way. Her eyes kept focusing elsewhere. She wouldn't look at me.
"Look at me, dammit." I moved closer to her, until we were only inches away. This was my last chance."Look at me and tell me you want to break up."
She finally lifted her eyes to mine and I saw pain clouding up their greenish-brown color. I tried pleading with my gaze. Please don't do this, I begged silently. Please. She blinked hard.
"I want to break up," she said finally, and I knew it was over.
"Oh, Morgan," I said mournfully. I took the finally step to close the remaining inches between us, and then our arms were wrapped around each other. She began to cry into my shirt, and I held her close. I could feel my heart shattering inside my chest, pain making my entire body ache, and I knew hers was too.
"I love you," I repeated as grief clawed at me.
We stood like that for a long time, holding onto each other. It occurred to me that this was the last time I'd ever hold her. After a while, she pulled away, wiping her eyes quickly, and not looking at me.
"I have to go now," she said, "Don't call me."
Then she turned and fled to her car. The wind began to pick up, whistling in my ears. I watched her retreating form, my heart still aching from where she'd ripped it out.
"We make our own choices," I called after her, my voice somehow loud still over the wind. She just got into her car, her eyes still tearful, and drove away, leaving me alone.
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I decided to go visit Morgan after she dropped us off. Even thought she wasn't showing it, I knew she must be upset about finding about that Ciaran was her father. She'd been horrified when I told her last night. I felt a sudden amount of pity. Having Ciaran as your birth father...it was beyond reasoning. Especially for someone with Morgan's personality to be descended from such evil. And I knew I had to tell her what I'd realized last night. I resolved to go. I sensed her by the marina. When I reached it in my car, she was sitting on the edge of the dock, dangling her feet over the water. As if sensing my presence, she stood up and turned around. I got out of my car and went to her. I wasn't sure if she even wanted me there. She might just need time alone. She looked miserable.
"Am I intruding?" I asked.
"Sort of. I came here because I needed time alone." That was reasonable after all. I probably would've had the same reaction. Right, time alone was fine. No problem.
"Want me to leave?" I asked of her.
She just shook her head. We stared at each other, and I quickly made up an excuse for coming to see her, while knowing how stupid I was being by procrastinating.
"I wanted you to know," I told her, "I just got word on Killian. Apparently he thought the owl as sent to spy on him, as we all did. He took off, fearing that Amyranth was really after him. He's still lying low, but I just got word that he's okay." I knew I was avoiding what I really wanted to tell her. Maybe now wasn't the time. She was obviously upset. But now was when she'd need my support, right?
"Oh," she said, her voice expressionless, "That's good."
I studied her for a moment. She must be worse off than I realized. "Killian may be okay," I said, "You, on the other hand, clearly are not."
"You noticed," she said, she seemed strangely cold to me.
"Of course I noticed," I said, staring at her. How could she think I wouldn't? "What do you take me for?"
She didn't say anything, didn't move. She just stared at the floor, eyes wide.
I ran a hand nervously through my hair and tried to make my tone gentler. "Morgan, tell me what I can do. How can I help?"
"I-," she started, but her voice trailed off. "You can't," she started again, "No one can."
It was obvious she didn't want me here, but I didn't feel like I could leave her like this. She had never looked so forlorn before.
"All right," I said. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets to keep my hands from pulling her into my arms. "Maybe you're not ready to talk right now. Can we get together tomorrow night?"
"No!" She almost shouted the word.
"Why not?" I felt like I was interrogating her, but she was my girlfriend. Why wouldn't she tell me what was wrong? I searched her eyes, but she seemed to avoid my gaze.
"I guess I need to get used to it," she said after a moment, and I had no idea what she meant.
"Used to what?"
"To what it's going to be without you," she told me in a dead voice.
Once I recovered from my initial shock, I reminded myself to speak. "What?" I let out a startled, bitter sounding laugh. "What are you saying?"
She looked everywhere but at me. "I have to be on my own. I'm poison, Hunter. I can't help it." So that was what this was about. She had to realize that Ciaran's past didn't mean her future. How could she not?
I blew my breath out into the freezing air. "Don't be ridiculous. Heritage does not equal destiny." But for some reason, a cold mass of dread was welling inside of me. "For me it does," she said, "I can't be with you anymore. We have to break up."
She shut her eyes tightly, as if seeing caused her pain. Those had been the words I'd been dreading. For a moment, I tried to convince myself that I hadn't really heard them. I hadn't, had I? No. Of course not. Morgan loved me.
"We have to do what?" I asked, controlling my voice steadily. It hadn't had been real. It couldn't have been. It'd been my mind playing tricks on me.
"I'm breaking up with you," she repeating, opening her eyes, but looking away. She had said it. Goddess, I thought, she said it. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I don't love you anymore." My heart threatening to fall out of my chest onto the floor at those words. No, no, no, I thought, you do. You love me, you told me so.
"Really?" I asked. My voice was frigid, even compared to the air. "When did that happen?"
"Things-things have changed," she said, and her voice wavered. "I'm sorry. I just don't love you anymore."
She was lying, and we both knew it. Her voice was much too unemotional for her to be telling the truth. She kept her eyes to the floor. But I also knew that she was breaking up with me, and that she was serious about it. I cursed Ciaran silently.
"Listen." My voice came out sounding much more desperate than I'd meant it, and I cursed myself for being vulnerable to her. "I came here to tell you something else. I never really believed in all this muirn beatha dan stuff. I thought it was just romantic nonsense." Once I'd started, the words were flying out of my mouth. I knew what they were leading up to. Nice timing, Niall, I told myself. "But Morgan, you are my muirn beatha dan. I realized that when I thought I was going to lose you to Amyranth," I barely breaked before saying the next words. Everything had lead up to this. "I love you-absolutely, totally, forever. Know that."
There I said it. And it had been easy. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest by her, but it had been easy to say I love you for the first time. And I'd never said it before. I'd never loved anybody before. Not in this sort of way. Her eyes kept focusing elsewhere. She wouldn't look at me.
"Look at me, dammit." I moved closer to her, until we were only inches away. This was my last chance."Look at me and tell me you want to break up."
She finally lifted her eyes to mine and I saw pain clouding up their greenish-brown color. I tried pleading with my gaze. Please don't do this, I begged silently. Please. She blinked hard.
"I want to break up," she said finally, and I knew it was over.
"Oh, Morgan," I said mournfully. I took the finally step to close the remaining inches between us, and then our arms were wrapped around each other. She began to cry into my shirt, and I held her close. I could feel my heart shattering inside my chest, pain making my entire body ache, and I knew hers was too.
"I love you," I repeated as grief clawed at me.
We stood like that for a long time, holding onto each other. It occurred to me that this was the last time I'd ever hold her. After a while, she pulled away, wiping her eyes quickly, and not looking at me.
"I have to go now," she said, "Don't call me."
Then she turned and fled to her car. The wind began to pick up, whistling in my ears. I watched her retreating form, my heart still aching from where she'd ripped it out.
"We make our own choices," I called after her, my voice somehow loud still over the wind. She just got into her car, her eyes still tearful, and drove away, leaving me alone.
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