change my fate

seven

morgie

Hurricanes are known to be the most destructive force of nature to mankind. Everyone puts their life on hold to prepare and make sure they are safe from whatever harm could come. As the warnings spread through the community, an urgent sense of camaraderie and determination takes hold.

Though, no one mentions the hurricane coming in the form of a girl with dark blue hair and stormy grey eyes. 

The evening after I showed up to her dorm room, we met in the academy courtyard where I waited for a solid ten minutes before she arrived. Her navy blue hair was pinned into a ponytail on top of her head, soft strands falling out from her head. 

Our eyes meet, and I swear it's like the purest form of magic circling around us. Heat lightning strikes in the distance, but it doesn't capture my attention like it should. I was supposed to meet up with Ulianna and them thirty minutes ago, but I wasn't going anywhere without Ophelia. 

A girl with a sense of darkness in her eyes that only draws me in closer. Her gaze is like a deep, mysterious abyss, hinting at untold stories and hidden scars. Her eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, hold a depth that captivates and confounds me. They are windows to a soul that has seen too much and yet remains resilient, with a flicker of defiance against whatever shadows haunt her.

She moves with an air of quiet confidence, each step deliberate, as if she knows more about the world than she's willing to reveal. Her presence is magnetic, drawing me in despite the silent warning her demeanor projects. Her dark hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, catching the light in a way that makes it seem almost alive. There's a subtle elegance in the way she carries herself, a blend of grace and strength that is as alluring as it is intimidating.

Her smile, rare as it is, is a fleeting glimpse of warmth that contrasts sharply with the darkness in her eyes. It's the kind of smile that suggests she knows secrets about the world and herself, secrets she's not yet ready to share. When she does smile, it's like a sliver of light breaking through the clouds, momentarily dispelling the shadows that surround her.

I find myself drawn to her, compelled to unravel the enigma she presents. I want to understand the source of the darkness in her eyes, the pain and experiences that have shaped her into who she is. There is a silent challenge in her gaze, as if daring me to delve deeper, to see beyond the facade she presents to the world.

"Hi Morgie." She says, her white nails matching her light blue outfit. 

Something inside of me wants to burst into a thousand pieces by the way she said my name. It grows more precarious with every step she takes, and the feeling of exploding takes over. 

"Hi hurricane." I speak, taking one step too close to her. 

"Hurricane?" She questions, looking directly into my green eyes. I don't want to show her my serpentine eyes just yet, but one day I'll show her. Show her the kind of man I was born to be, and what I can be for her.

"You ready to go?" I told her, holding my arm out for her to take. 

She wraps her hand around my bicep before glancing behind her for a moment. Then, she turns to me and blesses me with her smile again. "Yes, I'm ready."