Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
The crashing noise made her jump in alarm, but instead of freezing she moved forward. "Emmett?" she called again. Her ears caught the sound of his crying and she frowned, worry giving way to panic. Had something fallen? Had he been hurt? Quickly she found herself in the livingroom which had only just been spared the signs of the slaughter that happen mere feet away.
She found Emmett there on the ground, crying uncontrollably, a liquor bottle smashed across the room. She was smart enough to guess what might have hapoened and her frown deepened. For the moment she forgot her anger with him. How could she be angry with him when he was in such a state? "Emmett..." she said gently, coming to kneel by his side, her arms wrapping around him in comfort. She didn't say anything else, not wanting to interrupt the first real signs of him actually facing his grief.
