PHOEBE
She watched him reconcile with the timeframe, knowing he wouldn't like it. He liked things with immediacy, like the noble he was. A season was certainly not going to please him. Though why he cared so much was beyond her. It wasn't like he was with her any more. "Sorry." she said softly.
His question and reason gave her pause; though that was the running trend for this conversation. "Yes. I meant it. And I know." she said, watching him with a frown. "But it isn't despite the hard edges. It is in addition to. Your whole person." she said with the faintest hint of a smile. "But you don't love me. You love her. You don't want to recognize all of yourself and she doesn't either. And sometimes, loving someone means letting them find their own happiness, even if it isn't with you." she said quietly.
"But I am glad you are not dead, and I hope you continue to live. I want you to have a life Jata, a full, happy one. You've suffered enough. You don't have to keep holding on to all of the things that hurt you anymore."
His question and reason gave her pause; though that was the running trend for this conversation. "Yes. I meant it. And I know." she said, watching him with a frown. "But it isn't despite the hard edges. It is in addition to. Your whole person." she said with the faintest hint of a smile. "But you don't love me. You love her. You don't want to recognize all of yourself and she doesn't either. And sometimes, loving someone means letting them find their own happiness, even if it isn't with you." she said quietly.
"But I am glad you are not dead, and I hope you continue to live. I want you to have a life Jata, a full, happy one. You've suffered enough. You don't have to keep holding on to all of the things that hurt you anymore."
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
