Bad Luck Bears

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you The last thing Phoebe expected was for Bastien to follow her upstairs. She expected him to break her door further or even a window in order to get out. He didn't want to listen without his ego and pride filtering her words. He didn't care if she hurt, in fact he seemed more like he would enjoy it. And he certainly couldn't comprehend why she would hurt. The thought alone made her chest clench with a small gasp for air as her lungs struggled against the sensation. Yet here he was, obviously at the top of her stairs, trying to talk to her still. Was his victory once more not enough? Did he really have to rub it in, too? She pushed herself to her feet and rounded towards the door. Before she could approach though some of his words registered. Phoebe swallowed a lump in her throat, trembling near from head to toe as her emotions riccocheted violently from one extreme to another. After a moment she went to the door and opened it, standing in front of him. The extra step up to the floor that she had put her closer to his height. Tears still rolled down her cheeks, and her shoulders jerked randomly from little gasps for air as she tried to stifle her emotions. But despite her obvious teetering emotional breakdown and bloodshot eyes, her wide brown gaze was level. "Why do you think I am upset?" she said quietly, watching his face for his reaction. Whatever he thought, she was certain it would be far from the truth. Phoebe swallowed a lump in her throat, another question on the tip of her tongue. "What do you think I am saying about your church? Really?"