dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe sighed a little, her temple resting against his shoulder as he stiffened within her hold. "Whether you want to or not doesn't even come into the equation. It is how the heart works." she said softly. "Just let the process happen. For once don't fight it. You've bee through enough sadness, let happiness come back when you heal." she said, tone quiet and soothing. He didn't have to be happy today, tomorrow, or even a month from now. But eventually. When his heart was ready, she hoped he would allow himself to feel happiness intarnished again "Come on. You need to lay down." she said, gently tugging at him to pull him away from the bar. Not that she knew where a bed or couch was, but it certainly wasn't here.