PHOEBE
At Remi's jest, Phoebe's cheeks puffed up in mild irritation, cheeks blushing. "Well I don't know! Maybe you were trying to commiserate with me or something!" she said with a huff. People did sometimes use their own bad news to make others feel better after all. But she was glad it wasn't the case, and quickly her very mild irritation passed and she listened to the story with rapt attention."Oh, Remi..." she breathed, a light giggle on her lips as she grinned at him. "That's so perfect! Just perfect!" she said brightly. And in her mind it was. Spur of the moment, prompted by emotion, perfect and romantic in its own way. Phoebe pushed herself forward and hugged him tight, careful still of the wound on his chest. "I am so happy for you, Remi! Words cannot describe it!" she said, her smile coloring her tone.
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?
