Love is Worth Waiting for

Morgan's outburst was shocking to Sunny. He had barely ever seen her lose composure, let alone break down completely like this. This was why he decided to calmly talk with her instead of freaking out like he wanted to.

His emotions were a mess, he was very confused and disorientated from their first encounter after the ceremony, so he also felt the need to sort things out.

There was, however, one problem with having a constructive conversation. That was, that Morgan was currently hanging off of him and wouldn't let go.

"Are you going to let go anytime soon?" Morgan buried her face in his chest once again. They were currently sitting on his bed because he had no other place he could sit with her hanging off of him.

"No." She replied curtly. Sunny didn't know how to feel about the situation, he was certainly flustered, but for now he didn't care.

"Can you at least look at me?" Morgan squirmed slightly, before finally meeting his eyes. Her own eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was a mess, covering a significant part of her face. Sunny sighed, "Let me fix your hair."

She continued to look up at him for a few more seconds before shifting and moving further onto the bed facing away from him. Sunny smiled, 'We're finally getting somewhere.'

He positioned himself behind her and manifested a shadow into a brush he could use. Brushes would work on her hair, but the moment it touched her scalp it would fall apart. He refrained from using Serpent for this reason in fear of damaging it.

With a manifested shadow, no matter how much damage it took, he could simply let it fall apart and make a new one.

He went about fixing her hair in silence, untangling and taming it back to being straight. Her hair was silky and smooth, it didn't take much effort to wrangle it back into shape due to a saint's superior physique.

It was a wonder how she managed to get it so messy, usually even in the toughest of battles even a master would stay somewhat aesthetically pleasing, let alone a saint.

Sunny took the time to sort out his own emotions and try to figure out the situation. 'It's unlike her to be this unrestrained.' Sunny of course knew why she was. 'It's probably to do with her flaw.'

He couldn't understand her situation, but he could be sympathetic towards it. Morgan had been raised from birth to be a perfect weapon. Her father wasn't known for his emotional connectedness and care of children.

She hadn't grown up surrounded by loving parents or even had contact with other people her age. She was raised in a time of war, and to be an instrument of war.

Even when she finally grasped some ability to choose how her life would progress, the spell gave her a flaw that forced her to remain distant.

Morgan had never felt love or any emotional connection, and she never would until someone could withstand her flaw.

When he got to her scalp, he dismissed the shadow, which was battered already from the few accidental brushes against her, and used his hands.

It was only then that he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?" She stayed silent. It seemed like she wasn't ready to discuss what happened. Sunny was somewhat glad since he needed some time to figure out his own emotions.

It was only after a long pause did she speak. "My… flaw. It makes anything I touch fall apart." Her voice was soft and weak, it was almost pitiful. 

"You're th-" Her voice cracked and she seemed on the verge of crying, but she continued. "You're the first person… that hasn't been affected." He listened in silence.

"I never thought I'd ever be able to touch someone ever again." She burst into tears once again, leaving Sunny flustered and confused. He ended up not saying anything and simply embracing her from behind.

Sunny felt calmer himself as he understood the situation. 'So it's just because I'm the only person she can touch…' He didn't know why, but he was somewhat bitter.

He was suddenly vindictive, 'So I'm just a plaything to her.' He opened his mouth. "So you don't feel that way about me." Suddenly he felt worse than he already did, he had just purposely made the woman who was pouring her heart out to him feel worse than she already did.

Morgan turned around quickly, "No! It's just" Sunny was already regretting his previous words, but against all better judgement he continued.

"I'm just a toy for you." Morgan's face contorted. She had stopped crying before, but looked ready to start again. Her expression was twisted with a devastating cocktail of hurt, guilt and outrage.

"No… I-" She seemed to struggle for a bit before resolving herself. Morgan looked him in the eye, not willing to break eye contact despite her expression falling to pieces.

"You're the first person to not be distant to me despite knowing my identity. You're cute, you're funny and you're amazing." Her lip trembled.

"You're not just anyone to me. I only did that beca-" Her voice broke and her eyes started watering. "Because you're you! And… and you're precious to me." Morgan could hold it back any longer and buried her face in his chest.

Sunny was shocked and confused. His heart was filled with many conflicting emotions, but he was mainly ripe with guilt. 'She… she was serious.' He didn't know how to feel.

Morgan didn't allow him to consider his feelings for too long either. She pulled her face out of his chest and slammed him down onto the bed.

"Please, even if yo- no. I don't care if you don't feel the same way. Just please… make me forget." Morgan's eyes were filled with years of pain and longing and an unwavering flame that threatened to burn him to a crisp.

He maintained eye contact, he was not in the best situation to make a logical decision, but he made one anyway. "I will."