PHOEBE
The midwife sighed, staring down at her hands. ”It isn’t your fault.” she mumbled. He hadn’t been the reason everything happened all at once. Really, it was no one’s fault save for sheer bad luck. ”Just don’t blame things on me being young anymore, okay? It’s got nothing to do with that.” she mumbled. All it did was take away the legitimacy of her stress in light of someone else’s.”I’m sure Lusea is wondering where you are by now.” she said quietly, a soft sight escaping her lips. Everyone had somewhere else and someone more important to be with. The only people she was that sort of important to now was the triplets, and she would be content with that. She had wanted children after all, this was the universe’s twisted way of giving them to her, and she would embrace it fully. After a small meltdown of course. She was only human after all.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will
Still, why am I not happier?
