PHOEBE
Phoebe took the opportunity to slide off, turning so her back faced him; which she never did except in the middle of the night in the depths of sleep. That would be a clear enough sign that she wasn't acting like herself. "Of course you were. My eight less years of life really would make those eighteen seem like a joke, especially when you don't know a single thing about what my life was and has been like." she snapped, venom lacing her words. It sounded odd and unnatural in her voice, usually so soft and soothing."Oh really? You didn't mean any of it? Then why have you never asked me what it was like or what I've been through?" she said, refusing to look at him. For the first time she didn't lean into his touch and his fingers grazed her cheek. She just glared at the wall, fire in her eyes. Even Pim lifted his head to stare, feeling the difference in their connection.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
