PHOEBE
Had she been in full control of her own emotions and mind, such spitfire and venom would not have flowed from her lips, not at him anyways. But there was nothing she could do about it now, and her heart ached. ”Stop.” she said gently, concern laced in her voice. ”Let me decide what I will or won’t regret, let me decide what will or won’t ruin me, okay? You can’t control that, only yourself.”Her thumb gently ran over his jaw, where his muscles feathered and drew tight. ”Why are you sorry? I am the one that hit you and yelled at you.” she said. ”You just being here after that is more than I’ve ever been given before. I’m…I’m sorry I said all of those things. I didn’t mean them. Truly.” she said, eyes sad and tone full of regret. ”I never…I should never have said any of it. Blight or no blight.”
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
