PHOEBE
How many cigarettes had it been now? Did matter? No. Not really. Everyone died of something after all.
Phoebe sat on the edge of the Bone Bridge, legs dangling off as she stared into the void of the mist below. A wallet of cigarettes sat next to her, one currently dangling out of her mouth as she stared. The skirt of her dress was hiked just slightly, showing knees covered in red pock-mark burns, some healed, some clearly fresh. Pim had tried to stop her, but to no avail. So he just sat there with her, head on her shoulder, present. Frey's-chosen-Phoebe was so so far away. Was this another result of Frey and Rae being tired when making humans?
She had had five children, two her own, three adopted; all dead. She had been in love; it broke her to pieces. She had been married; it fell apart in a spectacular show. She had family; now dead or spurning her existence. At one point or another in the last year, she had gotten everything she had ever wanted...and lost it all again. What was the point of her existence now? Her dreams had been achieved and were now over.
The feelings bubbled, and with a shaky hand she pressed the cigarette in her mouth to her knee. Searing pain, then nothingness again. Good. Hands still shaking she lifted the cigarette back up, relit it, and placed it back in her mouth. Dead brown eyes gazed down into the mist again.
So easy. It would be so, so easy.
Phoebe sat on the edge of the Bone Bridge, legs dangling off as she stared into the void of the mist below. A wallet of cigarettes sat next to her, one currently dangling out of her mouth as she stared. The skirt of her dress was hiked just slightly, showing knees covered in red pock-mark burns, some healed, some clearly fresh. Pim had tried to stop her, but to no avail. So he just sat there with her, head on her shoulder, present. Frey's-chosen-Phoebe was so so far away. Was this another result of Frey and Rae being tired when making humans?
She had had five children, two her own, three adopted; all dead. She had been in love; it broke her to pieces. She had been married; it fell apart in a spectacular show. She had family; now dead or spurning her existence. At one point or another in the last year, she had gotten everything she had ever wanted...and lost it all again. What was the point of her existence now? Her dreams had been achieved and were now over.
The feelings bubbled, and with a shaky hand she pressed the cigarette in her mouth to her knee. Searing pain, then nothingness again. Good. Hands still shaking she lifted the cigarette back up, relit it, and placed it back in her mouth. Dead brown eyes gazed down into the mist again.
So easy. It would be so, so easy.
those who are heartless once cared too much
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
