Cynotastic
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tab 『ωɪтʜ: Morgan 』xxxxxxx 『ʟocaтɪoɴ: Showers -> Train Hall 』xxxxxxx 『ϻσσɗ: Blissful -> Empty 』
"You should just add that...to the list of reasons why you should hate me. I'm a liar...I am...a liar...heh."
"If you hate me, that's okay. Everyone does."
"I would hate me if I were you, frankly."
And in that moment, Maiya had wished she had hated Morgan. If she hated him, she would not feel so robbed as she did now. While yes, she got what she desired; what had occurred immediately afterwards was not what she was yearning for. The moment her lips pressed against his, she felt such sweet bliss that she had never expected for him to discard her like a piece of trash. Threw her away onto the floor like some candy wrapper that a child no longer wanted. Even when just moments prior he had pulling her in for the same thing. Clearly her feelings were not reciprocated. She sat on the floor staring up at the man, and all that she could feel was her mind echoing words into her aching mind. "...I am not worthy of them..." 'Maiya...you have no idea..." "Maiya..." "I...apologize..." "I wish you would hate me...so you would not tempt me so..." "Why, Maiya...why do you continue to torment me with your eternal damning devotion...I will never understand it."
"I wish you would hate me...so you would not tempt me so..."
Each breath caught in her chest. Her eyes wide as she stared at the shifting expression of the Ringmaster. "H-how...dare you...""How dare you walk away from me!""You do not get to decide your fate! That is my job. I offered you the chance to escape a long time ago and you denied it, very vehemently if I remember correctly. So where do you get off threatening me with leaving the Cirque. You can do nothing unless I grant you permission..." "I am far too busy to tend to your wounded memories right now!" She coughed, unable to breath, both because of how much she felt like her life was just oozing from her being and from the fact she could feel that terrible rock in her throat. Maiya was well aware that if she had left the cirque like he tried to get her to do all those years ago then she would probably be dead by now and that death would be less painful than what she was experiencing right now. While her red-stained eyes were locked on the Ringmaster, her vision was blurry. Both from the fog of memories that came pouring into her mind, and from the tears that were filling up her eyes.
She saw his hands fly to his face, and vaguely heard the words that he spoke. However, instead of hearing what the man was actually saying, other phrases continued to replace statements.
"I am Not worthy of them...get outempt me so..." Then Maiya felt his hand on her bicep, and instead of being pulled from her haze of memories, she was pulled into when she first met the man.
“You...have a debt to pay...You know...I think a position may have just become available...Maiya SeiLouen, you have a debt yet to be repaid...” Then, he threw her out the bathroom door, just like he had done to Elizabeth those hundred or so years ago.
She was just as disposable as the acrobat was. "You...are a truly frustrating woman, Maiya." Falling to the ground, she laid there momentarily, stunned from what had exactly happened in the last few minutes. The knife thrower was shaking from nerves. Her legs felt like pudding and she had absolutely no desire to move. As much as she didn't want to break down and shatter in front of Morgan, she couldn't help it. Scooting across the floor she pushed her head up against the wall across from the bathroom and just sat.
She wanted to die. At least then she wouldn't be so plagued by this man. This man that no matter how much she just wanted to let go and move on, she couldn't. The man who always seemed to find that she was getting ready finally let go of the fleeting dream of her's took the opportunity to seize that dream and make it seem more like a reality. At least if she were dead the man would not torture her in such ways.
Taking a deep breath, she continued to sit there. A few teardrops managed to escape her eyes and tumble onto her hands. She wanted to talk to the man behind her, but her mouth couldn't form the words. Her mind was racing from all the various words and phrases that the Ringmaster had spoken directly to her over the years echoed in her mind. Thoughts were far too preoccupied with the memories to even attempt to respond to the man. Her hands lifted and moved onto the wall by her head and she merely shook her head, almost like the wall was more comforting than Morgan himself.
Her jaw dropped open as she still tried to sort out words, but still nothing came... The only thing that fluttered through her mind that weren't flashbacks was:
I ruined everything.
Aiolios