Phoebe
Phoebe didn't go out unless she absolutely had to lately. Today happened to be one of those days. She pulled herself together, focusing on making sure she looked presentable, professional, mature, worthy of being taken seriously at a table of people much older than she. It was hard, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and hide and do nothing at all, and her unhealthy weightloss far too difficult to hide. But she had agreed to this roll, and now it was time to act on that promise.
Why did she always promise to do so much?
She arrived...perhaps not the last one but close to it. The Dean kept her eyes forward, expression set firmly expressionless, her usual warmth and energy utterly lacking. But she was there. Couldn't that be enough? She took a seat quietly, nodding to those already gathered. Placing her notebook and pen on the table, she waited for things to begin.
Why did she always promise to do so much?
She arrived...perhaps not the last one but close to it. The Dean kept her eyes forward, expression set firmly expressionless, her usual warmth and energy utterly lacking. But she was there. Couldn't that be enough? She took a seat quietly, nodding to those already gathered. Placing her notebook and pen on the table, she waited for things to begin.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
