PHOEBE
”And?” she snapped, more tears welling in her eyes. ”She isn’t dead now. She has a whole new life, just like you. Choosing someone over guilt is asinine.” she said angrily, feeling like everything she said and felt was falling on deaf ears. He didn’t want to accept the truth so he refused to listen or acknowledge – and in the end he wouldn’t suffer for it, only she would. ”I wish she had stayed dead.” she murmured angrily, the statement brought forth by the blight but felt by her soul.
She didn’t acknowledge the coat he put on her shoulders, retracting in on herself. Phoebe merely walked in silence back towards her clinic. She was alone. Truly alone. Even with him there she was on her own. He wouldn’t choose her. Just like Emmett ultimately hadn’t chosen her. The only person that had ever chosen her for anything, that saw her potential and nurtured it was Frey. And Frey oversaw so much – they were busy and beyond her, above her – she could not ask to keep their time for long.
She didn’t acknowledge the coat he put on her shoulders, retracting in on herself. Phoebe merely walked in silence back towards her clinic. She was alone. Truly alone. Even with him there she was on her own. He wouldn’t choose her. Just like Emmett ultimately hadn’t chosen her. The only person that had ever chosen her for anything, that saw her potential and nurtured it was Frey. And Frey oversaw so much – they were busy and beyond her, above her – she could not ask to keep their time for long.
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
