➸ AFTER THE STORM

CHAPTER IV - STARVED CHILD

MORGAN DIARY - DATE UNKNOWN [Then]

"Do you think I'm a good person, deep down?" Lore asked, his voice was serious like my thoughts count for something. All I could do was laugh even if my inside felt bitter like terrible coffee with no sugar. I felt cold like the ocean at night with low tide.

"I can't believe you just quoted Bojack, but to answer your question maybe before I thought or maybe I believed. People were more than the shit they do or the action they show, but now I think you who you are and when you finally show yourself that what's it going be." Because it's true no one just changes after the true colors are shown that how humans are. They won't change if they don't see an issue in what they do or how they are acting.

" Okay. but you never answer the question Mor. " I mentally rolled my eyes Lore never knew when to quit, never knew when to give more is always too late!

Never knew how to reciprocate what was given to him. Never a give and always a Take, take, take, until there is nothing left! I blame his mother for that she starved him of all her love and affection now he a greedy bastard for anything that looks or feels like love.

Now he sucks people dry and he doesn't even know it. What a wonder to be so blissful to obvious ignorance.

" Like I said you are who you are." I told him not to miss a beat, even if everything in me is screaming you can't fucking trust him, even though I know this I just seem to help myself, there are some underline daddy's issues, of mine that love to rage out.

Also, I always let Lore live because I know what he could be but I guess deep down I knew all along that I wouldn't be able to trust him and he couldn't reach his full potential.. I should have known with the flags that were never green.

"You still with me Mor?" Lore spoke after I guess my thoughts have gotten the best of me.

I sighed, as I refocused my eyes look at him again, "Yeah, I'm good, where do we go from here?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, like the question, confused him, and a headache started to form at the top of my temple.

My smile doesn't meet the eyes it hasn't in a while, "What are we going to do now that it is obvious we are not what we were I don't trust you and you lying to me." I didn't start to say that, but it just happened and for some reason, I know that this will likely be the last time I will talk to him.

I'm so tired of holding it in all the fucking time, it's like a weight on my chest. I feel like most of the time, I don't know where it comes from or how to stop it. It just hits me out of nowhere and I just want to break down and scream, especially with this bullshit.

My eyes started to water at the lack of reply, at this point I didn't think there not any more damage we had done to each other, "What hell Morgan, I thought we were talking this out so we could get back to us?"

The tears started to roll but not in a way you think there is a wave of building anger that worked to rip itself out of me, "That's what you need to get there is no us there never was there you and Aurora and there me with a broken heart with no happy ending, there no changing fate that was written in the stars for us." The anger sits on top of the surface like oil to water.

The sorrow that flashed in my eyes reflected how the severity of the situation. His reflected my eyes and his lips parted his lips, "I'm sorry." He told me with all the words that would never leave his lips through his eyes and there it is all I do look for the underline of this never told what the other was feeling until it was too, late.

"I know." Lore brought his hand to my face and cupped my cheek. I looked at him with such sorrow at something that could be great but once again potentially ruined by a chain of events that neither one of us really could control.

But I do blame him and I blame the universe for letting us meet in the first place.

THIRD PERSON - MAY 17,2023 [Now]

"Are we still daydreaming sweetheart?" August says as he takes a seat on Chris's desk. Chris sighs tired of August's bullshit, it was not even noon yet, and he starting.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing something then being in my face?" Chris asks with an eye roll, "Don't be a bitch because you can't daydream all day, you know you have lunch with a possible suitable mate at 2."

Chris sighs again, running a hand through his messy curls that grow out to his broad shoulders. "I'm not a bitch you ass, also cancel that lunch I'm not going." Chris gets up from the chair and moves around August then heads for the door, "Where are you going?" August yells as he gets off the desk and goes to follow Chris.

The long hall is painted black with a white lining around the rim the style is Victorian, "I'm going to Lola's." He calls out with a growl in the mix of the words, Chris walks down the stairs of the manor.

"Well great, maybe you'll get some sleep you look like shit." August says from behind him with a grumpy cat look on his face.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence and maybe I will." Chris says before opening the main doors and leaving out of them.

God, he stays on my nerve, August thinks before fetching his phone from his pocket and typing, "He's being a bitch he yours to deal with." He sents then makes a call to cancel a lunch date.