PHOEBE
”My first instinct is always to run away though.” she said with a light sniffle, wiping at her eyes. ”Maybe…maybe I am a coward like Emmett said.” Phoebe swallowed a lump in her throat. She didn’t think she was cowardly but…was she just being naive about herself? Would Frey say she was a coward too? Would Remi?She laughed a little and nodded, accepting that Remi was far from upset with her for her tears. ”Thank you.” she said quietly, hiccupping in air briefly as her tears truly began to settle. The alchemist’s shift in the conversation helped, and wide brown eyes with lashes still soaked with tears stared at him momentarily confused. ”What is it?” she asked, gasping suddenly as her mind jumped to conclusions with ease. ”Did Aoife walk? Oh I missed it didn’t I!” she said, growing excited and assuming the news was about the little starry-eyed baby girl of course.
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?
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?
