PHOEBE
She could feel him pulling away emotionally, and physically as he removed his face from her hand. She could see the turmoil in his gaze. She can hear the angst in his voice. Phoebe bit her lip, letting her hand fall to her lap along with her gaze. He hadn't ruined anything, but she had, the mood swings from her illness leading down a path from which she could not recovered. Phoebe stood, swallowing a lump of emotion in her throat. "Yes, let's go home. I will start on supper right away." she said, preparing to follow alongside him in silence as she stared at the ground. Internally she cursed at the blight she couldn't solve, the one that took control of her emotions and overwhelmed her with them, destroying not just her, but Jata as well.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
