dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Without hesitation she shook her head had his question. ”No I didn’t. I came to help you, truly.” she said softly, sighing a bit. ”But…things happen.” she said with a shrug. If things had gone differently, she probably wouldn’t have asked. It hadn’t been part of the plan, more spur of the moment. That this was the timing…call it bad luck. But it was hard to deny how she felt when she had been staring up at him, trapped beneath him, and memories rushed back like the flood he actually was. Perhaps that was why he was called that. His words cut like knives, straight to her core, and she let her eyes fall closed, holding back tears. She should have expected it. She should have known. But it didn’t stop it from hurting. ”I figured.” she said softly, a slight sigh escaping her lips. The only real hurdle was gone, and still she wasn’t enough. ”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I…I know I’m not…” she shook her head, unable to say more. Unwilling to say more.