Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Phoebe sniffled and wiped at her eyes, a chocked sob escaping her lips as she saw the black stains that now covered her fingertips from her tears. ”But I’ve done so many horrible things, said so many horrible things…” she whispered, her breath coming in short little gasps for a moment. Her emotions were still volatile and unstable, but they tended to lean more towards sorrow now than the overt anger she had shown before.
She nodded a little at his mention of the cure, her fingers trembling. The flowers still made her uneasy. She gave them wide berth when she passed by. But speaking of them did not elicit the same angry response it once had. ”It has already begun to work. Slowly but…I am already better than I was.” she said softly. She turned and looked at him, eyes full of remorse and black tears. ”I’m so sorry for being so awful to you. You didn’t deserve than. No one deserves that.”
