PHOEBE
”Trying isn’t a guarantee. It’s a gamble with nature each time.” she said with a small smile his direction. ”Trust me on that one. I am a midwife. Conception and birth and babies are my specialty. But I think you would be a good father, so I think it is a bit of a shame you are so against it.” she reminded. There were of course a variety of ways one could attempt to prevent pregnancy, but none were completely effective.
His words don’t comfort her though. If anything they made her feel worse, her already unsettled stomach tying in knots and flipping over. These were not confirmations she wanted to hear. She did not want to be enough, to have made him happy, and still have lost him. It was so much worse. But they were things he couldn’t take back now that they were said, and she had the burden of dealing with them. ”So, you chose her over me…because it is easier than allowing yourself to be vulnerable with someone again?” she said, brow furrowing.
”Be honest Jata, if she and I knew you exactly the same, which would you have chosen?”
His words don’t comfort her though. If anything they made her feel worse, her already unsettled stomach tying in knots and flipping over. These were not confirmations she wanted to hear. She did not want to be enough, to have made him happy, and still have lost him. It was so much worse. But they were things he couldn’t take back now that they were said, and she had the burden of dealing with them. ”So, you chose her over me…because it is easier than allowing yourself to be vulnerable with someone again?” she said, brow furrowing.
”Be honest Jata, if she and I knew you exactly the same, which would you have chosen?”
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
