PHOEBE
Every word he said began to grate on every frayed nerve he had just soothed, every hiss and bite another reason for her assisting in is reckoning. Her hands trembled more, blight running hot with emotion - but this was controlled by her, not the blight. He struck at nerves she buried under smiles and lemon bars and optimism - nerves she doubted any but Frey and Pim knew existed; and them only because of the unique properties of their beings.
"ENOUGH!" she screamed at him, blackened tears rolling down her reddened cheeks, trembling from head to toe with more emotion than one small, weak human body could handle. "How dare you stand on my doorstep and pin this all on me, as if I am too stupid to have not realized what was going on?! You're right, I was gone when you looked back, but that was long after I saw you slip through my fingers and into her hands. You left me while I was standing there, Jata! And I will not stand for you pegging this on me because I was sane enough to try and protect myself from the heartache of watching another man walk out my door because I wasn't enough!" she said, screaming by the end, her black tears stark against her face, reddened as it was from cold and emotion.
"Sure you were there physically but you were gone emotionally. You were gone before your glass hit the damn floor." she said, a sob breaking through her lips. "So don't you dare call me a weakness. I am not a weakness and I am stronger than you will ever be."
"ENOUGH!" she screamed at him, blackened tears rolling down her reddened cheeks, trembling from head to toe with more emotion than one small, weak human body could handle. "How dare you stand on my doorstep and pin this all on me, as if I am too stupid to have not realized what was going on?! You're right, I was gone when you looked back, but that was long after I saw you slip through my fingers and into her hands. You left me while I was standing there, Jata! And I will not stand for you pegging this on me because I was sane enough to try and protect myself from the heartache of watching another man walk out my door because I wasn't enough!" she said, screaming by the end, her black tears stark against her face, reddened as it was from cold and emotion.
"Sure you were there physically but you were gone emotionally. You were gone before your glass hit the damn floor." she said, a sob breaking through her lips. "So don't you dare call me a weakness. I am not a weakness and I am stronger than you will ever be."
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
