PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
After Loren had left (or she left, however that ended up ending), Phoebe made a beeline for the Guildhall. She was covered in snow from her fall, trembling from head to toe with held in anger, and for all intents and purposes looking a hot mess. Pim was following behind, head low, unsure where this emotional ride was going to go next. This was Frey’s fault really because they warned Pim not to kill the stupid human male.
The midwife didn’t stop at the door. She barged right in, not even taking time to shake off the snow from her person. Wherever Remi was was right where she marched herself. But as soon as she saw him, she broke down. Big crocodile tears flowed and she covered her face with her hands, sobs wracking her ribcage. She was stupid. She was weak. She was insecure. She was needy. She was pathetic. She was sad. She was small. She was hopeless. She was unloveable. She was nothing – the string of hurtful words a chorus in her mind, tearing at every nerve and fiber and sinew.
”You’re right. I would never want you that way.”
The anger, the hurt, the stress of the flashbacks all came crashing down and the midwife broke.
The midwife didn’t stop at the door. She barged right in, not even taking time to shake off the snow from her person. Wherever Remi was was right where she marched herself. But as soon as she saw him, she broke down. Big crocodile tears flowed and she covered her face with her hands, sobs wracking her ribcage. She was stupid. She was weak. She was insecure. She was needy. She was pathetic. She was sad. She was small. She was hopeless. She was unloveable. She was nothing – the string of hurtful words a chorus in her mind, tearing at every nerve and fiber and sinew.
”You’re right. I would never want you that way.”
The anger, the hurt, the stress of the flashbacks all came crashing down and the midwife broke.
