As soon as Morgan's spirit or whatever you'd call it left my body, I felt like sucking in air nonstop. Talk about hungry for air. I sat up straight, reaching for someone's hand. Erik grabbed me first, followed by his aunt. 

"Breath baby," Erik brushed my hair with his hands. "Breathe!"

As soon as I was able to breathe again, I began crying. I hid my face, full of distraught. "Morgan was murdered. Liam pushed her." Erik and Lydia held me tight as I sobbed my heart out. At that point, closure wasn't enough to ease the pain. I wanted justice for Morgan, but I couldn't explain this to the cops. 

"Babe?" Erik looked into my eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Morgan's glad that you know now," Lydia patted my thigh. "She was never trying to hurt you. I guess this is what she needed for you to do in order for you to know the truth."

"But Liam is still out there," I wiped my eyes, feeling my heart break again since I now knew the truth. Liam, the tool took my best friend away from me. "My Morgan."

"I'm sorry," Lydia stood up. "It's very sad. A horrible tragedy. I hope something avail from this. 

"Is Morgan still here?" I asked, hoping she was.

Aunt Lydia shook her head. "She's gone. She left."

...

Liam's body, or what was left of his body, was found on the train tracks where Morgan had been murdered, two days after we had paid our visit to Aunt Lydia. His death had been ruled a suicide due to the "overwhelming grief" of having lost his beloved.

Erik, Morgan and I knew better.

Erik and I moved into Aunt Lydia's home shortly after she had passed away a year later. She had left her home and all of her belongings and assets to us. Providing we got married before moving in.

We are currently expecting our first child. Morgan Raye Miller, later this year. I have a feeling she is going to have her aunt's curls, and I can picture her wearing her vintage abalone shell hair clip with pride.

Morgan is finally at peace. I visit her grave often, knowing full well that she isn't really there. She comes to me mainly in my dreams, where we laugh and live a life together that we will never get to fulfill in reality. I hear her still, I can hear her laugh, see her smile, and I find myself at peace when she is close by. She's finally happy, and she never leaves me.

The pain of losing Morgan, in the flesh, will never escape me. Her birthday passes, holiday's pass, each year quickly passes and not being able to touch her face, hold her hand or make fun of her first wrinkle brings me to tears.

Erik continues to be my rock and steady stronghold and has been there for me for each and every emotion that this life throws my way. Morgan will always be here though.

She lives on with me and through me. Forever, my Morgan.