"Issac! Can I have a moment?" Dr.Gordon said in a voice audible only to Issac Robinson and -of course- Megan Foster.
"Hey!" Steve shouted under his breath.
"Hey." Megan answered in a tone that indicated how absentminded she is.
"Err..We were wondering if you are up to hanging out with us? You know, like going to a movie or something? We've been..like..apart."
"We?" She asked. "Who are the we wondering?"
"Us, Megan." Sasha answered firmly. "You have been acting different these days. It's like I don't know you anymore. Out of nowhere, you go straight home after work and you hang out with Issac.."
"I didn't hang out with Issac." Megan cut her off "And if I did, it's none of your business." Sasha rose an eyebrow at her.
"Fine."
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"Look! I don't want you to get worried more than that. I don't want to occupy your thoughts anymore." Issac said in a rush, like he was hurrying to do something even his steps, Megan couldn't catch up with."What do you mean?" Megan said breathlessly with her feet taking thousand steps each second to conquer his speed.
"Dr. Gordon talked to me. He blamed me for using the company's tools in researches that aren't related to my tasks. Guess he was refrain to my work in the laboratories"
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I have bought the chemicals before but my house isn't prepared enough for the researches. I can pay someone or..." He let out a heavy breath. "I don't know, Megan."
"You must know that I need what you need. Maybe I need it more."
He just nodded which didn't comfort Megan.
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"I don't like how you are changed these days, Megan." Megan's grandmother started as she sat down with her laptop next to her."How am I changed?" Megan asked biting to her sandwich.
"You are busy, worried, always thinking. Not the Megan I've always known."
"My duties at work are getting harder and heavier." Megan looked at the laptop which is considered one of her techniques in order to cut off a conversation slowly before it starts.
"I believe that there is a couple of things that changes people. She raised her finger is if to count that this is number one. "Pain" She raised the next finger indicating number two. "And Love."
Megan looked at her with interest.
"And now that you have looked at me. I believe you are experiencing one of them. Maybe, it's the second one."
"Not really." Megan answered with sorrow filling every gap in her words.
"Not really?"
"Not really love." Megan insisted. "Love is something big, when it happens it hits you hard, knocks you off your feet."
Megan's grandmother pushed Megan's laptop away and wrapped her with her arms silently, without asking for more which is something Megan appreciated genuinely because she didn't want to explain anything. Megan wanted to be felt and not heard.
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The Seekers
General FictionMegan, 24, lives with her sick grandmother. She hates rules, structures and obstacles-of any kind- that may block her path of curiosity and exploration. She never asks for help but somehow "help" asked for her.