PHOEBE
Phoebe laughed in his face again, a sign that by now he might recognize indicated she had some upperhand he hadn’t considered. Torturing him was so easy with her memories. How the mighty do fall. ”You didn’t need to say it. I know you loved me because your mother would have loved me, and that would’ve been enough for you to fall head over heels. Isn’t that right?” she hissed at him, still laughing at his miscalculation.
”And Lusea? Ha! You’ve told me enough to understand her. Is she really what your mother would have wanted for you Jata? Is this narrow future you see for yourself really what she would have supported for you? You, throwing your future away on a woman who can’t help you grow to be a greater man than your father ever was? Or would she really have wanted you to become just like him?” she said with a sneer, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders. ”Or are you so scared of failing her that you would rather just pretend it doesn’t bother you as much as it does? That you would rather run away than face potentially failing the one thing your mother worked hard to help you achieve – a better, different future out from under your father’s thumb?”
Phoebe leaned forward, her lips close to his ear as she finally paused. ”Worse yet, you know every second you spend with Lusea, you live obscured in his shadow, but with me, you were as free as your mother only dared dream you would be. Admit it.”
”And Lusea? Ha! You’ve told me enough to understand her. Is she really what your mother would have wanted for you Jata? Is this narrow future you see for yourself really what she would have supported for you? You, throwing your future away on a woman who can’t help you grow to be a greater man than your father ever was? Or would she really have wanted you to become just like him?” she said with a sneer, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders. ”Or are you so scared of failing her that you would rather just pretend it doesn’t bother you as much as it does? That you would rather run away than face potentially failing the one thing your mother worked hard to help you achieve – a better, different future out from under your father’s thumb?”
Phoebe leaned forward, her lips close to his ear as she finally paused. ”Worse yet, you know every second you spend with Lusea, you live obscured in his shadow, but with me, you were as free as your mother only dared dream you would be. Admit it.”
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
