PHOEBE
Her head tilted back as she laughed outright now, seeing the panic and wariness on his face. So often he was the one getting a rise out of her, but finally she had gotten him! And oh was vengeance sweet. She laughed so hard in fact that tears rose in her eyes, and she carefully wiped at them – still laughing mind you – with trembling fingers. Oh, nothing soothed tension like a good laugh.”If only you could she your face.” she said with a few remaining snickers as her laughter quieted. ”Sixteen was the age of adulthood in my world. I’m old in my opinion.” she said with a smile. ”I take it that it wasn’t quite the same in your home?” she said giggling again as she remembered the straight look of horror on his face. ”What would you have done if I had actually been that young?”
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
