Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Her head tilted slightly as his words took an obvious turn towards self deprication, seemingly out of the blue to her. For a moment she paused, considering quietly. "Everyone hurts others, even the most careful and passive." she said with a slight shrug. It wasn't sympathy or even empathy, but her words certainly weren't empty. This was a fact of human nature. He wasn't the only one to have hurt someone.
Fortunately, he was willing to forget her blunder, and her shoulders slumped, happy that this was the case. "Yes, please." she said with a sigh, face still alight with a bright red blush. Hopefully he meant it though - but she had a sinking feeling he would be avoiding her from now on. So much for making friends.
"Let me get you a drawing of one." she said, standing and moving to a small bag in the corner. Phoebe dug through it and pulled out a small notebook. The midwife sifted through the pages as she walked back over, before placin a drawing of plant cells infront of him. "Those are cells that make up snow moss." she said. "Everything in existence is made of cells like these, though each cell looks a bit different based on what aspect of life it is making."
