Phoebe
"I know he did nothing wrong." Phoebe said with ease. "He did exactly what I taught him to do - move on." Because she had. Painstakingly she had made his heart move and beat again after clinging to years of mourning. Years. "And I never meant to hurt him. I didn't mean to disappear. This world...it can be cruel." Phoebe was as much not to blame as Harper. She didn't walk into a time warp garden on purpose. She didn't abandon her love and her son on purpose. It was another tragedy played out by the magical tricks of Caido.
"I am trying not to think ill of you. You were there when Harper needed you. You were there when my son needed a mother. You've done me the most selfless of services even though I know you hate me." It was written all over Maeve's features after all. The disdain, the fury - it all enmeshed into contorted features that usually set serene and beautiful.
"I am trying not to think ill of you. You were there when Harper needed you. You were there when my son needed a mother. You've done me the most selfless of services even though I know you hate me." It was written all over Maeve's features after all. The disdain, the fury - it all enmeshed into contorted features that usually set serene and beautiful.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
