there's light at the edge of the darkness
Others might perceive Phoebe differently than Loren did, that much was true. However, he thought there were at least some who felt similarly to him. There was at least some evidence to back up his claims, whereas all she had to rely on were her words. ”Is that so? Well, let’s think about that for a bit. All those men you loved before, they all left, didn’t they? Makes you wonder why. And what’s the common thread through all that." He tapped a finger on his chin, as if he needed to think about it. "Oh that’s right, it’s not the guys, it’s you, Phoebe.”
And then she contradicted herself. Again. ”So you do think someone will love you, someday. Someday your prince will come, is that it? Someone to wash away all the tears and sorrow?” He sneered at her, and at that image. ”You can’t have it both ways. You can’t profess to be unlovable and hold out hope that someone will love you anyway. You can’t say you don’t want to pick sides between me and Remi, then go and talk to him about all his troubles and woes but pretend like you care about us equally. You can’t say you’re not perfect, but then refuse to acknowledge your own culpability in all your failed relationships. At least have some courage in your convictions.” This constant flip-flopping—trying to say what she thought he wanted to hear or the right thing to say or whatever the fuck she thought she was doing—was just lowering his estimation of her, if such a thing were possible.
”I don’t think you’re an awful person. I just think you’re a weak person.” Of course, then she expressed some incredibly ridiculous sentiment and he had to give her another mocking round of applause. ”Oh well done. Did you practice that one in the mirror while you were brushing your hair?” Sarcasm positively dripped from each word.
And then she contradicted herself. Again. ”So you do think someone will love you, someday. Someday your prince will come, is that it? Someone to wash away all the tears and sorrow?” He sneered at her, and at that image. ”You can’t have it both ways. You can’t profess to be unlovable and hold out hope that someone will love you anyway. You can’t say you don’t want to pick sides between me and Remi, then go and talk to him about all his troubles and woes but pretend like you care about us equally. You can’t say you’re not perfect, but then refuse to acknowledge your own culpability in all your failed relationships. At least have some courage in your convictions.” This constant flip-flopping—trying to say what she thought he wanted to hear or the right thing to say or whatever the fuck she thought she was doing—was just lowering his estimation of her, if such a thing were possible.
”I don’t think you’re an awful person. I just think you’re a weak person.” Of course, then she expressed some incredibly ridiculous sentiment and he had to give her another mocking round of applause. ”Oh well done. Did you practice that one in the mirror while you were brushing your hair?” Sarcasm positively dripped from each word.
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