The Twisted Beauty of Death

Remember Me

1BBY; Coruscant, level 937
02:01 . . .
chapter II: remember me

Weeping through her mauve, fright stained eyes.

Flicking her cigarette away, the twi'lek watched sparks fly out as it hit the wall. Her makeup was beginning to get blotched with mascara and eyeliner where her tears once fell. Morgan reclaimed her breath back after running, crying then smoking to calm her nerves from her jumpy state; like that was enough. Nothing was enough anymore. A headache lingered as she was still holding sadness, tears, and dark thoughts back but thought better of it; she had someone who needed her at her apartment. Looking up, she scanned the area, ensuring nobody was in pursuit of her before carrying on her walk to the train station with her hands tightly gripped around the straps again. The turquoise skinned woman eventually made it to the Elevated Maglev Train which was leaving in a few minutes.
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Stepping onto the train, Morgan looked around seeing a few spare seats but chose to stand close to the door as her stop was the next one. Whilst gazing around the train, she saw how battered down and noisy the train was to match the people. Everyone on the train looked either high, scruffy, homeless or . . . perfect? a man caught her eyes, a man that certainly didn't fit the stereotypical person who lived in the underworld. If anything, he looked lost. Yet the look in his eyes told the Rylothean that he was more than comfortable in this atmosphere. Morgan knew who he was, he was Lieutenant Vanto of the Imperial Empire; one of her best friends. Thankfully, he hadn't noticed her so she turned her head away and looked down. She wasn't in the mood for talking and she didn't want to take it out on a lost petal like him. He was her best friend despite being an Imperial and her a criminal but they had so much more to come . . . would have had so much more to come. The twi'lek peered out the window, watching the city lights blur by, her reflection in the window along with the sight of ugly critters behind her with a glare, not to mention the loud noise of the train against the tracks and screeching of the breaks. She cringed at the loud sound as she had sensitive hearing before the train came to a halt. Then, the door opened just as Eli saw the unforgettable woman and called out her name, "Morgan? Morgan!" He exclaimed, perplexed as he manoeuvred towards the train doors before hearing the ear clinchingly loud whistle. "Wait!" He conceded, running into the closing door as the twi'lek hesitated to carry on her walk. She turned her head to the side to watch the train doors close and the boy in her peripheral vision, wondering if it was the right thing to do. In her chaotic mind, it felt like the best thing to do: send him on his way and let him remember her how she was, not how she is now. In the hurried moment, Eli saw her ruined makeup, noticing the tear marks. This left him in a worried, confused state as the train took him unwillingly to the next station.
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Panicked, the twi'lek instantly turned around when she felt a shadow watching her. After looking at flickering street lamps and the sound of few speeders rushing by, she turned back around since nothing was there. Taking a deep breath, Morgan thought about her next move. It was irrational, thoughtless and desperate.
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The man that had been following her watched her closely, seeing that she was on her way home and safe from anyone else attacking her or harassing her on the harsh streets. He clearly cared deeply about her and had been watching over her ever since they parted ways; he never stopped caring about the woman. The well built mercenary casually strutted behind her once she turned back around. He took himself off the platform and down the streets until he couldn't be seen by the people behind him and shadows casting over him - perhaps he took himself home at this late hour.
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Before more tears could fall, Morgan gulped down her sadness. All she could think about was all the desperation she had come to, for anything. Money: she had to work jobs she was disgusted in. Selling herself, dancing alluringly for drunken eyes, illegally smuggling, theft. For pleasure: letting herself grow quick attachments, drugs, alcohol, smoking, graffiti, gambling. All to fill a void or pleasure her broken heart. Her life had amount to nothing. Her mother may have only been a florist but at least she was happy. She longed to be like her father, a freedom fighter, true purpose. But this? She had no meaning in her world. She was just breathing the fumes of the people that 'mattered' on the surface level. She was doing other people's work to even feed herself.
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Quickly wiping her eyes and smudging her makeup, Morgan took another deep breath before walking to the docking bay where she left her ship. Dipping her magenta skinned hand back into her pocket, she pulled the box of cigarettes back out with her lighter. Pulling one out, she laughed through an exhale of her nose whilst shoving the box back into her lighter. Her hand rose to her mouth where she placed the nicotine before a flame reflected in her eyes. Morgana slowly shook her head as she walked under the humming, flickering street lights, taking a drag of the cigarette. Holding the smoke back, she muttered to herself: "there's no karking point anymore." Blowing the smoke out, she flicked the filter and thought about how tiny and irrelevant she was compared to the rest of the cosmos.
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