bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet The touch on her hand came as a surprise, though she did not startle. She simply glanced up, brown eyes wide but empty. Her fingers did not even curl around his in response. She might look like Phoebe, sound like Phoebe, but the woman before him was certainly not the optimistic midwife he had known – nor even the one he had once loved. To lose so much in such short a time, both in number of people and depth of emotion felt for them, had broken something. The steel of her spine had snapped, and in an effort to protect itself, her mind simply stopped. Sure she lived, but she was not living. She was only human after all, and even she had her limits. ”By accepting that this is my reality. That all I love and cherish is destined to leave me either by choice or death come too soon.” she said softly, another hollow smile curving her lips. ”What other way is there to deal with it? To cry? To scream? Curse the heavens? For what purpose? It heals nothing. It brings back no one. It does not change that which has come to pass. Loneliness and sorrow are clearly what I am destined for, and so I have made them my friends.” she said quietly, tone on the verge of content.