PHOEBE
Phoebe shook her head, brows furrowing. ”The only thing stopping you is you. It isn’t that you can’t it’s that you won’t.” she said, sniffling pitifully. ”You know what I think? I think you do love me more, deep down, and that scares you because you never thought you could love someone more than her.” she said with a bit of bite in her tone as hints of the blight bubbled up again. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t think it was true.
He insisted he wasn’t going home that night, and begged that she let him help her. She wanted to push back against him, she wanted him to feel the pain of heartache that she felt in his presence. But as he pushed her hair back like he always had, she knew she never would, naught but putty in his hands. ”Okay.” she whispers, taking a few quick breaths in quick succession.
He insisted he wasn’t going home that night, and begged that she let him help her. She wanted to push back against him, she wanted him to feel the pain of heartache that she felt in his presence. But as he pushed her hair back like he always had, she knew she never would, naught but putty in his hands. ”Okay.” she whispers, taking a few quick breaths in quick succession.
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
