PHOEBE
Suddenly he was talking, and talking, and talking. Apparently she had triggered some sort of chatterbox within him, releasing all of the emotions and memories and experience from his past - things she had asked him to delve into months before, so she could better understand him and what he needed. But now? As he stood before her, trying to explain why it was alright for him to sleep with her behind his girlfriend's back - which was somehow her fault? - and yet he could not fathom being with her either? She didn't want it. She didn't need it. He had fulfilled her need for touch and release and his sob-story of redemption and ill-conceived logic was unnecessary.
"You are such a fucking idiot it's painful." she said with sudden irritation. "You never stopped being that seventeen year old. Who you are is built on that. You just haven't allowed yourself to be that vulnerable with anyone because no one gave you the option to be before me." she snapped at him, eyes narrowing a bit. "You don't stop being who you were before or being vulnerable just because you go through difficult things in your life. You grow and adapt to the situation. And if that is really what you are getting at, that you really don't think you can be both of those things, that they aren't linked to each other, that some how by some miracle you are the only human who has ever developed the inability to be vulnerable with another person because you needed to grow tougher to survive, then you are missing the entire point of existing." she snapped at him, glaring ever so slightly. "I don't make you vulnerable. You are vulnerable because you are human. Stop blaming others for things you don't like that are part of yourself, and stop disliking aspects of you that define your humanity. It's asinine and you will never be able to be content or happy if you deny what you are - which is human."
"You are such a fucking idiot it's painful." she said with sudden irritation. "You never stopped being that seventeen year old. Who you are is built on that. You just haven't allowed yourself to be that vulnerable with anyone because no one gave you the option to be before me." she snapped at him, eyes narrowing a bit. "You don't stop being who you were before or being vulnerable just because you go through difficult things in your life. You grow and adapt to the situation. And if that is really what you are getting at, that you really don't think you can be both of those things, that they aren't linked to each other, that some how by some miracle you are the only human who has ever developed the inability to be vulnerable with another person because you needed to grow tougher to survive, then you are missing the entire point of existing." she snapped at him, glaring ever so slightly. "I don't make you vulnerable. You are vulnerable because you are human. Stop blaming others for things you don't like that are part of yourself, and stop disliking aspects of you that define your humanity. It's asinine and you will never be able to be content or happy if you deny what you are - which is human."
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
