Blighted Bars

PHOEBE

Phoebe simply stared as he went off the deep end on a rant. There was nothing to say. Nothing to interject. Jata spent so much time bottling up his emotions and never letting them out that it was bound to bubble over like this. She had the exact opposite problem, which was just as bad though for different reasons. But when he finally fell silent she finally gave him a piece of insight. ”No one has their shit together, Jata. Literally no one. It’s part of being human.” she said with a sigh, shaking her head.

”The reason you regret everything you do is because you don’t make decisions, you wait until they are forced upon you by circumstance.” she said, her voice cold and unyielding, fueled by her irritation. ”Maybe you shouldn’t be with anybody until you figure out who you are, what you want, and how to act on the things that you want even when it means making hard decisions. You always acted like being older than me meant you somehow knew more but clearly I’m more of an adult than you are.” she quipped with irritation. Phoebe had a lot of faults – a lot of them. But making hard decisions wasn’t one of them. She might hesitate. She might take her time to consider all the options. But a decision was always made and acted upon.

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

Table Code by Sky!