PHOEBE
It seemed whatever back pedaling Remi was now doing to make her feel better was not something she could resolve. So she sighed and relented, not really feeling up for a fight with anyone, much less Remi. It seemed life was intent on snuffing out the fight she did have anyways – the whiskey too.As he pulled her close to kiss her head, she very nearly fell over, her full weight (as light as that was) pressing against his side, her head lolling against his shoulder. ”Okay. I…I’m glad you’re not…offended or something.” she mumbled. She fell silent for a moment…then…”Isn’t the spinning nice?”
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
