To Live, Perchance to Love

PHOEBE

Phoebe sighed and pressed her face against his chest, as if to hide away there for a time. "I know...I know you don't I just...don't know what else to say." she said quietly. She knew he didn't blame her. She knew it wasn't her fault per se. She knew it was just something that happened but...but what was there to say then? Oh well, life sucks sometimes it's a thing that happened... That just didn't sit right with her. It didn't carry the weight of what she felt, and as Frey said, what counted was how she felt - because she could think and know as much as she wanted but sometimes the heart spoke louder.

Again Emmett spoke sense and she nodded a little against his chest. "Yes, that's true. Just...not just yet." she whispered in agreeance. She had moments where she could feel a sense of joy. Her baby was with Mort, and that was a very wonderful place to be. They were loved and looked after and at rest. They would never suffer the hardships of life, only ever knowing the love Mort gave. It was really a wonderful existence for their soul to have. But...she still grieved not ever knowing them or holding them or raising them. Her mother's heart ached, and would always in a way, even when new children finally came into her life.

That he offered for her to stay warmed her heart, and she nodded without hesitation. It was comforting being there with him - how she had longed for it when he'd left her before, and having it now made it all the sweeter. "Thank you." she said quietly, hugging him a little tighter for just a moment.

Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?