wherever life plants you
Phoebe hears his quiet footsteps as he leaves his room, hears them as he approaches and then stops. He was not himself, this she knew deep down. But there was nothing she could do to help assuage his fears and hurts this time. No monster spray, no night light, nothing could touch the sort of vacuous fear that war and instability gave.
But she turned as he spoke and she smiled at him warmly. "You're so quick!" she praised, ruffling his hair. The world might be different, but the least she could do was be the same, something familiar he can cling to in this temporary home. "Are you hungry, sweetheart? Supper will be done soon."
But she turned as he spoke and she smiled at him warmly. "You're so quick!" she praised, ruffling his hair. The world might be different, but the least she could do was be the same, something familiar he can cling to in this temporary home. "Are you hungry, sweetheart? Supper will be done soon."
Phoebe
bloom with grace
