PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
Sure enough, after some time passed, Lusea entered the bar. Phoebe watched as she almost seemed to make a point of sitting as far from her as possible, avoiding eye contact. She couldn't blame her, and she had no idea what Jata may or may not have told her. But the midwife waited until the other woman had a drink in hand before quietly sliding off her chair and moving around the bar. In silence she sat next to Lusea, eyes cast down at the whiskey she held in both hands.
"I am sure you don't want to see me, but I was hoping I could talk to you." she said softly. As it had been when Phoebe found her, her voice carried a whispery, soft quality, though now her tone was interlaced with melancholy rather than comforting warmth.
"I am sure you don't want to see me, but I was hoping I could talk to you." she said softly. As it had been when Phoebe found her, her voice carried a whispery, soft quality, though now her tone was interlaced with melancholy rather than comforting warmth.
