We were immortals

Chapter III

"Hello? Good morning darling! It's Mrs. Smith from downstairs, may I come in?" sounded a soft voice from outside the door.

Morgaine jumped off her sleeping bag, startled, when she heard the loud thud. With a yawn, she streched her sore limbs and made her way to the door.

She remembered having crouched in a corner, having had a minor mental breakdown. She remembered being suddenly overwhelmed by the turn in her life. She also recalled  the feeling of terror in, if not only loneliness, in her foggy mind, when she entered the tiny apartment. She must have fallen asleep somewhere between her thoughts.

"Oh, Welcome sweetheart!" the petite lady behind the door exclaimed, the moment Morgaine opened the door.

As tired and sleepy Morgaine was, that energetic and hawk-eyed the lady seemed to be, pushing Morgaine aside to rush in her apartment without asking for permission twice.

She was as tiny as Morgaine's little finger. Too short and thin like a twine, she looked like she would snap if the wind blew her way. She was wearing a lace rimmed, flowy dress with an excesive amount of embroidered flowers on it. Forgot to mention, she was holding a cake.

"Its just a welcome gift honey." she said while looking around with her huge eyes as if she was devouring every detail of the apartment.

"Where is ya furniture me love?" she spoke softly, a bit of judgement in her voice and that's when Morgaine realised the woman had a slight English accent.

Morgaine started being nervous. The woman's presence was a bit overwhelming, not to mention unpleasantly surprising for the bleary girl. That woman could be a much more annoying version of a Mrs. Hudson from Sherlock!

The girl started fidgeting with her fingers nervously while the lady walked to the kitchen to drop the cake on the counter. She opened the empty fridge just to retread mumbling disappointed.

Morgaine was ready to ask her to leave when she spoke;

"You must be famished honey. I have stew in the oven. You're welcome to my place." she smiled, showcasing a line of veneers.

Morgaine flinched at the offer. Before she could answer the lady rushed to her and hug her tight.

Morgaine didn't have much time to react, before she got snatched and squeezed in the woman's arms.

"Did the cat eat ya tongue?" she sneered.
"A'right love!" she patted Morgaine's shoulder before walking to the door "Ring a bell if you need anything." and walked away, vanished as if she was never there, leaving Morgaine staring at the door, speechless for a while.

She was shocked by the woman's intrusion as much as she was by her last gesture. Hugging wasn't a thing Morgaine was used to. Back at home she barely ever touched her parents, let alone...hug them...

The only one she used to hug was Collin...

Morgaine snapped out of her thoughts. She managed to move from her place and close the door. She later spent a couple of minutes staring at the cake. It was hot, fresh from the oven, proving that the lady either cared to much or was always in for gossip. The girl's growling belly demanded to take a bite of the cake, yet her brain screamed "Don't trust anyone!".

She examined the caks for a split second...And with that, into the bin it went.

Morgaine needed some real food. She couldn't remember what was the last time she had eaten. But more than food, she needed coffee, gallons of caffeine to make he eyes open for long enough to wait for that truck with her stuff to arrive.

She had taken a glimpse of a small cafe right next to her building and she could almost taste the idea of coffee and fresh croissants by her door.