PHOEBE
He didn’t need to worry about if she would or wouldn’t feel it. Guilt was an emotion she knew well and was comfortable with in an unhealthy sort of way. She walked in silence, frowning at the ground, still shaken from the fight and unsure what to do, thinking it all past the point of no return. She wished she could just disappear, but unfortunately she lacked that ability.But at length he spoke, and she glanced at him. Her brow furrowed in a bit of confusion though. ”Who is Korofi?” she asked quietly before mulling over his words, able to understand what he was getting at a little bit at least. Her gaze dropped to the ground again, her hand rising to rest atop his on her shoulder. ”No, I’m sorry I was in the wrong. The things I said were uncalled for and…under normal circumstances I would never.” she said quietly. ”It would be nice to…hear how you feel truly someday. But I understand it is hard for you and I do know you show it other ways.” she said softly, daring a small smile his way.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
