PHOEBE
Still her words fell on deaf ears. Still he fought to deny his whole self. And it was exhausting. The midwife reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezing shut. "I don't know what you want me to say to you Jata. You're arguing in circles with me." she said tiredly, bringing the spiked coffee to her lips, focusing on the slight burn in her throat for a moment's reprieve.
"This isn't Korofi. Being vulnerable with someone you love and trust does not get you killed. It brings you closer to the person and creates intimacy. And it's natural to do so. It strengthens you to have someone like that." she said with a sigh, looking up at him. "And now you're standing here, telling me it was easy with me. And you have said you love me, that you don't care what Lusea thinks about all of this, and yet you can't choose me because she is familiar and I'm everything you never thought you could have or wanted. But I've been standing here the whole time. I tried to give you what you wanted because she was all you ever talked about and you're still not happy."
"This isn't Korofi. Being vulnerable with someone you love and trust does not get you killed. It brings you closer to the person and creates intimacy. And it's natural to do so. It strengthens you to have someone like that." she said with a sigh, looking up at him. "And now you're standing here, telling me it was easy with me. And you have said you love me, that you don't care what Lusea thinks about all of this, and yet you can't choose me because she is familiar and I'm everything you never thought you could have or wanted. But I've been standing here the whole time. I tried to give you what you wanted because she was all you ever talked about and you're still not happy."
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
