The Twisted Beauty of Death

Weltering Flowers

1BBY, Coruscant, level 937
02:46 . . .
chapter III: weltering flowers

The walk was long and lonesome, something she was used to but in her current state of mind, shouldn't be doing alone. There was a storm raging in her delicate mind, a tornado of decisions she was about to make. Looking up at her ship, Morgan took a heavy sigh. It was something that had kept Morgan awake for weeks now, something that had plagued her mind for months. Something that wouldn't let her sleep. All of her life decisions made her come to this; there was nothing to be proud of. Briefly turning around, the twi'lek scanned the area for any lifeforms; nothing.

Standing on the edge of the platform, her violet eyes looked down. The drop was colossal, it exceeded anything she could survive - perfect. All noise that shrouded her sounded like a muffled echo as she was slipping the straps of her bag down her arms before letting it drop with a thud behind her. With her heart racing, pounding in her chest, she peered over the ledge to see people at the bottom of the colloidal drop. Her breath accelerated, seeing few people that looked up take notice of her presence. Some watched, some carried along with their night. In the moment, she screwed her eyes shut and let out a frightful gasp as her weight plummeted from the ledge.
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Within moments, her life choices were flashing before her eyes. Few aliens and humans watched as a terrified young woman fell from the ledge of a dock on level 937 down to level 936.
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"Jumper!" a togruta called out, pointing up to the level above them, watching in horror. This caused others to stand watching her falling to her death like some sick and twisted movie. Within seconds, the attention of the bystanders was being pulled away by the same man that had been shadowing the twi'lek since she left the night club - Bogen's Elixir.
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⠀⠀⠀Frantically, the mercenary sprinted past the watching people and stood where he thought she'd likely fall to. Everyone was willing to watch her soul leave her body but not to help her. She was metres away from hitting the ground until she . . . stopped. The man from Alderaan hadn't used his Force abilities for years until tonight. He even tried to take them away multiple times yet failed; he despised them but clearly they proved useful. Tearful eyes, Morgan was disoriented about what was happening. 'Am I dead? . . .' the suicidal woman thought to herself. He stopped her midair using the Force then began lowering her down until she eventually fell into the safety of his arms. After her clouded vision became clear, she saw the unforgettable face of her good friend and past lover. "Aquilius!" Wrapping her arms around him right, she spoke out loud in joy of seeing him in so long but the shame of how they were reunited. "I-I'm not- I'm sorry . . ." The twi'lek stuttered, not knowing what to say, choking on her words in a whirlwind of emotions: regret, sorrow, anger. The audience began to disperse whilst very few still watching them and how the scene played out.
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⠀⠀⠀Aquilius looked down at the life he just saved, not knowing how to respond. He wasn't that old and he had already seen his fair share of death but this was a first. "What were you karking thinking, Morgana?" He asked, returning the grip she held onto him. "What about everyone else you're leaving behind- what about me?" He asked with inquisitions rhetorically with slight anger in his tone; not only at her actions, but his own. For leaving her for the military but how could he have seen this?
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⠀⠀⠀All Morgan could do was choke on her tears whilst making failed attempts to stop them, thinking about the guilt. After all, he was right. what about her convor, Bril? She would be leaving so many people behind that cared about her: Aquilius, Eli, Charlie, Kitara to name a few. Eventually, even the life she wouldn't get to live. "I know," were the only words that could escape her mouth as the tears began to stop falling and clenched onto him in a tight hug.
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