Morgan shifted and groaned throughout her nap, the look on her face was pained. A small tear ran down her pale cheek and splashed down to the well worn leather chair she rest upon.

[i]The rain was pouring, and the wind was howling outside as a brutal storm rages above the city almost drowned in the forest. The brick home was silent..and exuded a sad dark feeling that would've penetrated even the most hardened soul. A man lie in a bed, hooked up to a machine that kept him breathing and his heart beating. He was sickly, pale as a sheet, and a half dead look lay in his eyes, piercing through everyone and everything. He beckoned for Morgan to come to his bedside, and he clasped her hand and looked Morgan dead in her bright emerald eyes.

"Morgan...come here my dear..." He said before coughing harshly, "My sweet, beautiful granddaughter..." He said squeezing her hand tightly. "You know...I think your beautiful. It's not just the way you look though. It's the way you carry yourself; calm, collected and quietly confident. You're so much like your mother. I love you child...I will always be watching over you." He said, a resigned smile upon his face.

"Grandpa, no...you can't go now. Not now, not ever...I can't lose you too. Mom and Dad are already gone...you're all I have left." She pleaded, voice cracked and tears streaming down her face, "Please...." She pleaded again, looking at him. The tears only got stronger.and her pain was plainly evident. 

The man coughed and hacked before he spoke again, "I know this is hard my dear...but, never forget. You'll always have me here. I'll always be with you. I'm glad your here at my side to let me go. That's what you have to do, let me go." He grumbled out, his words dark, cold, and solemn. "Goodbye, Morgan. I love you child..." He said, as his hand went limp and he took in his last breath. "I love you Grandpa...i'll never forget you and all that you did for me..." Morgan said lowly, her eyes closed, and the same, steady stream of tears ran down her face. [/i]

Morgan awoke with a startle, and just like in her dream, she began to bawl silently. She ran out the back door, and took a seat on the nearest stump and buried her head in her lap, shaking vigorously. 

"I...I...I don't want to be alone anymore." She whispered just loud enough for the forest to hear.