Note: Just to avoid confusion: Things written in ‘italics’ are people’s thoughts. The spirit talking to Milan will always be shown “like this” (since it’s kind of like speech) so don’t get confused between ‘this’ and “this” 🙂
His heart racing hard in his chest and his stomach feeling terribly uncomfortable, Milan knocked on Morrigan’s door, dreading the talk that was to follow.
He knew she would be mad – and rightly so – but he had to tell her the truth. It was the only right thing to do given what he had started on her behalf. Quietly in the back of his mind the spirit chuckled to itself, observing intently as it always did.
“Milan? How nice of you to drop by!” Morrigan’s bright smile greeted him as she opened the door. She stepped away sightly, allowing him to come inside. “Wanna come in?”
“If you have time. T-there’s something I n-need to tell you.” Milan was used to giving speeches on the advances of magical research and experimentation to thousands of people, in huge halls, and not once had he felt lost for words or stuttered. ‘I guess there’s a first for everything’ he thought as he watched Morrigan smile.
“Is everything all right?” Maker, was everything all right? He was about to say that it wasn’t for him to decide, when she interrupted his thoughts. “Come on in. We’ll talk inside.”
“You decorated?” The entrance room was so different to how he remembered. The flooring was the same and the wallpaper hadn’t been touched, but now there was a soft rug lying underneath his feet, a picture was up on the wall and lights made it much easier to see. She must be doing well if she could afford to buy these things. I wonder if she’s done other rooms as well?
“Have you come to compliment her on her interior design skills?” the spirit whispered, violently forcing Milan to focus on the reason he was here.
“Yeah, I did. Do you like it? I was tired of it being the only room which was still empty. I’ve done the bathroom and my bedroom as well if you’d like to see?”
“Maybe later.” ‘Focus, Milan, focus!’
“There was something you needed to tell me?”
His nerves were such a torture that he felt cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and soak through his shirt. “I-” How was he going to tell her that he had done the unspeakable? To her? Would she even believe that he had done so for the better of humanity? That her family played a vital role in th-
Of course she wouldn’t believe it. Who would?
“Are you okay? You don’t look so good!” Maker, what if he told her and she didn’t believe a word? Wouldn’t that be better overall?
But what if she did? What if everything was going to go wrong because he told her?
“I-” ‘Deep breath, Milan! You can do it!’ “I won’t be able to come over for a few days. As you said, I don’t look too good and I’ve actually contracted a rather strong case of the fever! So, erm-” ‘Coward! Damn it, Milan, you’re such a coward!’
“I should go. I’m sorry, I hope I haven’t gotten you sick.” Before Morrigan had a chance to reply he had rushed past her and had fled out the door.
“How odd! I wonder what kind of fever it is? I hope it’s nothing serious!” Incredulously Morrigan stared at her door in astonishment. Milan really was a strange guy!
The week went by and Morrigan heard nothing from Milan. She sent him messages, tried to call him and even went over to visit him, but she never reached anyone. His house seemed empty, but she figured he’d be in bed since he wasn’t well. Alisha was busy with work, and Morrigan had a couple of days off, so she decided to take a walk to the park.
‘I have earned a proper day off, haven’t I?’
The fresh air felt amazing to her worn-out mind. By the time she arrived at the park she was close to skipping, and in a very good mood.
Since she didn’t spot anyone she knew she decided to join a few guys at the chess tables.
The blonde guy – what was his name? – seemed to be in a mood far worse than hers and kept throwing insults at her.
“Listen, lady, don’t have kids, all right? No matter what you do! Those little spoiled brats ruin your life!”
“I didn’t say anything like-“
“Just- Stay away from men! Don’t have sex, don’t adopt, just- Don’t have kids, you hear me?” Morrigan felt a little taken aback by the strange conversation starter. How was she meant to react to something like that?
“Not everyone hates his family as much as you do, grampa! Don’t listen to hi- Heeyyyy, pretty lady! I haven’t seen you around here before! You new or something?” Morrigan wasn’t sure how to deal with him, either. From overly angry to overly flirty – was there no middle ground?
Morrigan exchanged a few words with the overly flirty man, and realised that he was actually pretty nice. Once you saw past his terrible chat-up lines, anyway. Hoping that maybe, they’d be able to be friends once he had taken a cool shower they exchanged numbers, and Morrigan promised to call soon.
Ready for a more normal chat, Morrigan went over to the other side of the chess area-
and immediately walked into a fight.
“How dare you! The baby is yours, you birdbrain!”
“You have no way of proving that! The baby could be anyone’s!”
“ARE YOU CALLING ME A WHORE!”
“EVERYONE IS CALLING YOU A WHORE!”
Morrigan was so taken by him that she didn’t even hear what their fight was about. He had beautiful eyes, and he was well dressed! And if he was breaking up with his girlfriend then maybe-
Shocked at where her thoughts were going, Morrigan mentally slapped herself awake. She had no time to be fooling around with some guy! Her career and goals had to come first! For the time being, at least.
Once the woman had marched off in a huff Morrigan cheered up the poor man, who immediately felt better and they exchanged numbers. He said he had to go and left, but Morrigan felt pretty good about herself. The numbers of two guys! Two good-looking-
‘No! You have no time for things like that, Morrigan! Work first, remember?’
“You know, that old guy will probably just misplace your number as soon as he gets home! You should give it to someone who won’t lose it!”
“Like you?” Morrigan turned around to see where the voice had come from, only to look right into the most beautiful dark eyes she had ever seen.
‘Just what is the matter with you?’
Morrigan had never found men attractive this quickly. Unlike her sister who had slept with more people than Morrigan had known, she had always been more careful.
“Tell you what! I understand you’re suspicious, so how about I give you my number? You can call me if you ever wanna hang out!” She saw no problem with that, and accepted the piece of paper with his number scribbled on it.
As it was getting late Morrigan made her way back home, feeling a strong craving for romance novels. She had a few stored away in her bookshelf but really she wanted to write one herself.
Not yet feeling confident that she could pull it off well, Morrigan got writing on a steamy screenplay instead.
Inspired by all her different encounters at the park, she finished the entire thing quickly….
…. and sent it off to her usual publisher before going to bed.
Even if it meant that she had no longer had a full day off.