PHOEBE
”You are though. You’re good at a lot of things. You just need someone to believe in you.” she said softly. And she did believe in him – she had proven it over and over again she thought. For the time they had together, she had walked hand in hand with him, doing everything she could to support him and make him happy – to give him space to be more than he let himself be usually.
But then his words, unexpected admissions, crashed down over her. She had expected him to say Lusea. She had expected him to remind her of all she wasn’t, all she couldn’t be compared to her. Phoebe gaped at him, her breath hitching as she stared. But it soon melted into a frown. The words she had wanted to hear now said too late. Or was it? ”Then why won’t you choose me? If I am enough…if I make you happy…if that really is true then why not me?” she asked, her hoarse voice cracking with emotion. ”Why do you insist on being with her when you keep coming back to me?”
But then his words, unexpected admissions, crashed down over her. She had expected him to say Lusea. She had expected him to remind her of all she wasn’t, all she couldn’t be compared to her. Phoebe gaped at him, her breath hitching as she stared. But it soon melted into a frown. The words she had wanted to hear now said too late. Or was it? ”Then why won’t you choose me? If I am enough…if I make you happy…if that really is true then why not me?” she asked, her hoarse voice cracking with emotion. ”Why do you insist on being with her when you keep coming back to me?”
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
