Phoebe
The Nightingale
Phoebe knew to expect Harper back that day, which was why she was out when he arrived. She had gone to the market to pick up a few things for supper - some of his favorite things to make it special. The time they had together was precious after all, and so she wished to make sure he enjoyed his time. The more comfortable they got, the happier she felt, the more she worried that the end was drawing ever closer. It had been that way with Emmett. It had been that way with Sunjata too. The feeling of security was an unfortunate red flag, one she wanted to drown in pot pies and sweets.
But when she arrived back, basket of goods in hand, her expression dropped. There sat Harper with two cups of tea, serious faced and silent. Before he could catch her gaze she looked at the ground, gathering her own wits and strength. All good things came to an end after all, right? This was just her fate - happiness stolen away at the height of its glory. If she could just keep from crying, she could be pleased with how she handled it.
"I...take it I'm in trouble or...you're now happy?" she said, daring to glance up at him, wary with concern.
But when she arrived back, basket of goods in hand, her expression dropped. There sat Harper with two cups of tea, serious faced and silent. Before he could catch her gaze she looked at the ground, gathering her own wits and strength. All good things came to an end after all, right? This was just her fate - happiness stolen away at the height of its glory. If she could just keep from crying, she could be pleased with how she handled it.
"I...take it I'm in trouble or...you're now happy?" she said, daring to glance up at him, wary with concern.
love is the flower you've got to let grow
