dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you She both loved and despised how her heart raced as she stared up at him, knowing her cheeks were flushing from the smirk on his lips and glint in his eyes. How was it that they kept being pulled back together? How was it that they always seemed to end up here? Why did they both insist on denying there was more keeping them apart than there was keeping them together?” If only, if only – the constant grating refrain they could not seem to shake. ”Guess I better stock up on lemons for lemon bars then.” Phoebe said teasingly. As if lemon bars were going to make up for calling him the Puddle. ”Well, clearly some things don’t change.” she said with a small smirk as he called her once again on tempting fate. And really, that was the problem – that which kept pulling her and him together hadn’t changed. They were connected permanently, inextricable from the circumstances of what if, if only, repeated infinitely. But now…was there really anything in the way to keep the ponderings from becoming reality?