PHOEBE
She is silent as he responds, saying things she knows. Saying things she didn't but isn't surprised to hear. He is more or less predictable to her. Brown eyes follow him as he brushes past her, entering the clinic to gather his things. In silence she follows, watching, not jumping to help like she used to. She doted on her man, and he was not her man. He had made that much clear. "You're the one that showed up at my cell. I didn't go looking for you." she reminded.
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
