PHOEBE
The more he speaks, the more he reveals, the more things began to click into place. Her expression did not change much though. She was frowning, brows knitted together with concern and sadness – but at no point would he receive the look he likely thought he would get; there was no disgust or horror or repulsion. He was a victim in all this in a way, whether he realized it or not. When he reached the part about Lusea, what all had happened, how it ended, then the last piece clicked into place. No wonder he had been so angry when he couldn’t find her.”And that’s when you ran away.” she said quietly. That was the bit she had known about. That he had been in an arranged marriage and so had his sister and so they defied their father and fled. She lifted her hand to his check again, pulling herself up so she could place a gentle kiss on his lips. ”I’m sorry for making you relive that but it…it helps to know, to understand.” she said with a small smile, her thumb running over his cheek. ”But you don’t have to worry about any of that anymore. It’s all behind you.” she said gently.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
