Phoebe had been reclusive since the run in with Frey. She hadn't been sleeping well, nightmares of what could bave been keeping her awake at night. She did the bare minimum to function - which was very unlike her. She was usually so full of energy, ready to tackle the day. But she couldn't shake the terror, the mortification. The weight of just how alone she was had begun to sink in as well - yes she had Roana but she was always busy trying to make sure everything stayed afloat with everyone here.
So the knock on her door came as a surprise. Did she even want to answer? It took her awhile to muster the courage to do so...but then no one was there. Her brow furrowed until she noticed the bundle on her doorstep. Flowers? Phoebe picked them up, surprised to find something like this there. But...who? The blonde looked around in confusion. Where had these come from and who had knocked?
So the knock on her door came as a surprise. Did she even want to answer? It took her awhile to muster the courage to do so...but then no one was there. Her brow furrowed until she noticed the bundle on her doorstep. Flowers? Phoebe picked them up, surprised to find something like this there. But...who? The blonde looked around in confusion. Where had these come from and who had knocked?
