PHOEBE
She just glowered at the grass in front of her, as if he hadn’t apologized again. It was a moot point anyways because Roana was gone – and he could be sure that she wasn’t fully off the hook. This would come up again she was sure of it.”I don’t know, maybe something else that they don’t know.” she snapped when he asked what he ought to have told them. That there was no equivalent word for girlfriend in his language didn’t help his case in her eyes. He clearly knew what it meant in this language. And she frankly didn’t know what to say to him, anger bubbling up and spilling over in a burning rage she couldn’t recognize, clawing at her insides desperate for a way out that she didn’t have. It was an anger she didn’t know how to deal with, so foreign to her that tears of frustration welled up and burned her eyes. Phoebe tilted her face forward, hiding it in her hands and scarf as she did so.
”So slow that you would rather I die not knowing how you feel or wondering if I am chasing something I can never have because you don’t intend to ever give it?” she snapped, her tone of voice so harsh that it almost sounded like someone else entirely. In a way it was, the blight attacking and twisting her emotions to vile and viciousness, as explosive and volatile at its reaction to every test she subjected it to. It’s hard for me to not know where I stand or you stand or have a solid understanding of where things are going but here I am, looking my own mortality in the face and knowing I have accomplished none of the things I ever wanted to.” she rambled, fingers curling into her hair, as if pressing against her head might somehow soothe the rage boiling over inside her.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
