Morgana, eyes filled with tears, made a short stop at a small restaurant, the same one that had started this whole mess. She didn't even let the kind waitress offer her anything, she only rushed to the bathroom where she stared at her pitiful reflection in the glass mirror and cried.
Her reflection mocked her, it revealed to her every flaw in her life.

Another shudder escaped her lips and instantly she thought about the baby that she killed because of she cared to much for her image. That child died knowing that she, its mother, cared about how she looked more than its life and it resulted in her getting an abortion. During that, her husband at that time had been cheating on her. He wasn't faithful and neither was she.

How she wished that she could end it all. It would be so easy, to hang herself with her belt...or take an over dose of the painkillers she carried in her purse.

Yes, that's what she'd do!

Quickly thinking, she took a bottle of pills from her purse, not caring how many she dumped into her trembling hand. She had with her also, a bottle of water that she could use to wash them down.

She stared at the blue pills that rested in her palm, thinking hard on the decision before bringing her hand to her mouth.

"Stop, don't do it."

The voice was soft and gentle. It came from behind Morgana.
She quickly turned around and noticed the waitress standing behind her. "I'm Gwen." She said. "Don't do it, Morgana."
She called me by my real name. Morgana thought as she looked at this woman with sorrowful eyes. She sees me for the real me!
"Let's talk." Gwen said, walking towards her. "I know...life is really tough isn't it? But trust me, you have it better than me."

Morgana let the pills fall on the floor as she stared at Gwen in shock. "Do you know who I am?" She asked the waitress.
"Yes." Gwen was in front of her. "Yes I do, and I know that you are a human as well."

Something overcame Morgana as she stared deep into the waitresses eyes. It was as if Gwen could see right through her, it was as if she understood her more than she did herself. Perhaps, even more than her father did. For once in her life, Morgana had seen someone much more prettier than herself and someone who was truly, pure.
"Can we...talk?" Gwen asked.
"Yes...please." Morgana replied, and the two walked out of the bathroom together.

I know this is a very short chapter, but I wanted to elaborate on Morgana a bit more. I hope you liked it.

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