PHOEBE
His words stung – not because they hurt her but she hurt for him. In her anger she had needled right at his most sensitive areas, knowing where they were and targeting them. And now, even though he said it hadn’t been her, she knew she had harmed him. Phoebe frowned and shook her head gently, still trembling lightly. She reached up and placed a shaky hand on his cheek, trying to find the right words to say as exhaustion washed over her, her emotions still raw and on edge.”Then consider me ruined.” she said gently. ”But I’m not. You’ve built me up again. I was ruined before I met you.” she said, her thumb running over his cheekbone, still feeling badly. ”And I won’t regret. Never. No matter what.”
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
