Chapter 2
Hunter looked at her, startled, and thought back over the last six months. He had been so busy in England and she had been working hard in Scotland. It had become clear that their lives were leading them apart. They spoke on the phone at least once a week, but they hadn't been together for five months.
Next month was Morgan's eighteenth birthday and he was planning something very special. They were flying back to Widow's Vale for a week to see everyone. He was going to fly out with his family and celebrate her birthday. He was planning a party for everyone they knew back at home. It was going to be a special birthday.
Shaking his head, he snapped back to the café. "What?" He looked at Morgan and cast out his senses. She was tense and he could feel pain leaking out of her. "Love, don't try to do this. We tried before and it didn't work- remember?" She smiled gently at the memory of the time when she had broken up with him to save him from her evil. She sighed as she remembered how it had broken both of their hearts and only caused further pain.
"I know, but there isn't any other way..." She trailed off, trying to avoid Hunter's eyes. He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head upwards.
"Look at me," He commanded. "If you can look at me and tell me that you don't love me, that you don't want to be with me any more, then fine." He paused before he continued, "But I know that despite our lives leading us apart, we can cope. Your course finishes in three weeks and then maybe we could travel together." She looked up at him, hope shining in her eyes. Suddenly, she pulled back.
"I can't." Hunter knew she was right. She was only eighteen. Her parents wouldn't let her travel with a boy. They were strict Catholics and Morgan had only just overcome the struggle to come to Scotland. He dropped his hand from her head and looked away.
"Crap." He blinked. That was so... Morgan. He laughed and Morgan looked up sharply.
"What?" She looked alarmed and hurt.
"Sorry, I was just thinking." At her questioning look he continued. "I was thinking about how much you've changed me." Morgan grinned and he knew that she was going to make a joke about how the "big ex-seeker" was going soft.
To his surprise, the comment never came. He could still feel waves of pain coursing off of her. "I know love," he soothed, stroking her hair, "but we'll get through this, I promise." He pulled her close, barely noticing the tears soaking his shirt. All he wanted was to hold her close.
"We just have to hold out until your birthday, and then we can change things." She nodded, sobbing gently.
"Let's go back to my flat," she said after a while. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she laughed. "Is that all you can think about?" She teased.
"That and how beautiful you are." He replied sincerely. She laughed again and began to drink the last of her tea. "Never mind that now," Hunter shook his head mockingly and pulled out his wallet. He left some money on the table and grabbed Morgan. "Come on, time to go," he said, ignoring her squeals. He motioned to the money on the table and the waitress came over. "Keep the change." He scooped Morgan up and carried her out of the door.
Hunter looked at her, startled, and thought back over the last six months. He had been so busy in England and she had been working hard in Scotland. It had become clear that their lives were leading them apart. They spoke on the phone at least once a week, but they hadn't been together for five months.
Next month was Morgan's eighteenth birthday and he was planning something very special. They were flying back to Widow's Vale for a week to see everyone. He was going to fly out with his family and celebrate her birthday. He was planning a party for everyone they knew back at home. It was going to be a special birthday.
Shaking his head, he snapped back to the café. "What?" He looked at Morgan and cast out his senses. She was tense and he could feel pain leaking out of her. "Love, don't try to do this. We tried before and it didn't work- remember?" She smiled gently at the memory of the time when she had broken up with him to save him from her evil. She sighed as she remembered how it had broken both of their hearts and only caused further pain.
"I know, but there isn't any other way..." She trailed off, trying to avoid Hunter's eyes. He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head upwards.
"Look at me," He commanded. "If you can look at me and tell me that you don't love me, that you don't want to be with me any more, then fine." He paused before he continued, "But I know that despite our lives leading us apart, we can cope. Your course finishes in three weeks and then maybe we could travel together." She looked up at him, hope shining in her eyes. Suddenly, she pulled back.
"I can't." Hunter knew she was right. She was only eighteen. Her parents wouldn't let her travel with a boy. They were strict Catholics and Morgan had only just overcome the struggle to come to Scotland. He dropped his hand from her head and looked away.
"Crap." He blinked. That was so... Morgan. He laughed and Morgan looked up sharply.
"What?" She looked alarmed and hurt.
"Sorry, I was just thinking." At her questioning look he continued. "I was thinking about how much you've changed me." Morgan grinned and he knew that she was going to make a joke about how the "big ex-seeker" was going soft.
To his surprise, the comment never came. He could still feel waves of pain coursing off of her. "I know love," he soothed, stroking her hair, "but we'll get through this, I promise." He pulled her close, barely noticing the tears soaking his shirt. All he wanted was to hold her close.
"We just have to hold out until your birthday, and then we can change things." She nodded, sobbing gently.
"Let's go back to my flat," she said after a while. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she laughed. "Is that all you can think about?" She teased.
"That and how beautiful you are." He replied sincerely. She laughed again and began to drink the last of her tea. "Never mind that now," Hunter shook his head mockingly and pulled out his wallet. He left some money on the table and grabbed Morgan. "Come on, time to go," he said, ignoring her squeals. He motioned to the money on the table and the waitress came over. "Keep the change." He scooped Morgan up and carried her out of the door.