23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first.
The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While...
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"Nah she ain't been eating, bruh. I'm worried about her," Samir spoke to Elijah. They'd been in constant communication since two nights ago when Morgan passed out at the hospital. When she came to, she was silent.
Elijah didn't shed one tear, sure he was sad. The only mother he had was now gone and his only other parent was incarcerated for God knows how long. He was sad for the woman his mother used to be, before the drinking, before the drugs.
He was mourning his mom who made his lunch every day for school and who helped him learn to do his own laundry so he could help her out, the woman who sung him to sleep at night whenever he had nightmares, but he'd been mourning her since he was eight years old.
He accepted everyone's condolences on he and his sisters behalf from everyone in their old neighborhood and those who knew Paige in her younger years. He couldn't force himself to be crying and broken up about it though, he was concerned about his sister.
"I'll try to talk to her, but I know this shit gotta hurt," Samir continued, walking into her living room, seeing Morgan curled up on her couch in a blanket staring at a blank T.V. His heart broke for her, he knew that she was conflicted in what she was feeling, but overall he knew she missed her mom.
"Baby..." he called out to her, making her eyes flick over to him in acknowledgement. "You wanna talk to yo' brother? He's on the phone," he offered it to her. She had a blank expression in her eyes as she nodded, reaching out for his phone coming face to face with Elijah's face.
"Hey Morgan," he smiled.
"Hi, Elijah," she said back, laying back down on the couch as Samir went into the kitchen, to hopefully get her to eat something. "What are you doing?" she murmured, pulling the blanket up to her face.
"I'm writing a paper, Nunu. How you feeling?" he asked, sitting the camera down against his desk so he could continue working.
"Not good," she sniffed. "I hate crying over this shit, but I knew she could have quit," she wiped her eye before another tear fell. She was tired of crying but she couldn't help it. Something in her just felt so empty.
Morgan's relationship with her mother had been extremely complicated for more than ten years but the memories before then, all the girls nights they had, all the time she spent doing Morgan's hair on the weekends, how they cooked together at midnight when she was pregnant with Elijah, those were the only things she could seem to remember since everything happened.
She wanted so desperately to have her mother back she hung on to what she used to be and helped her for years on end. She knew her mother did terrible and horrible things but her heart was still broken.
She told her father the news as soon as she could, and she'd never seen him cry before that day. He never cried in front of his kids, he felt like they needed something strong to look at when they were weak but in that moment he needed to lean on them.
