PHOEBE
Her fingers curled into his shirt, broken nails catching on the fabric. "That's not true. You can. You just won't." she whispered, releasing his shirt. Her arms fell to her side and she pulled away, staring up at him with black tears still rolling down her cheeks. He didn't understand, or if he did he was too scared to act on it. She was too much. Too emotional. Too soft. Too caring. She reached too close to his soul and held it too gently and every fiber in his being pulled away from the love it desperately wanted. It was fear of the unknown, and that was the most difficult to overcome.
And he wasn't willing to overcome it for her.
"And then what." she said, a breathy hiccup breaking her words. "You leave. You go seek comfort from a woman who can't give it to you. And I'm alone. Always alone." she said, hyperventilating slightly as she sniffled.
And he wasn't willing to overcome it for her.
"And then what." she said, a breathy hiccup breaking her words. "You leave. You go seek comfort from a woman who can't give it to you. And I'm alone. Always alone." she said, hyperventilating slightly as she sniffled.
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
