bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet ”Fine.” Well. If that wasn’t the plot twist of the season. Phoebe stared at him, unmoving, unblinking, still emotionless and sad as before. This had not been what she had expected, having anticipated the string of reasons and excuses that he was usually prone to. But not this time. No, this time he played along, as if matching her own underlying spite and hurt would somehow bring her back to herself. ”Getting married is something I’ve always wanted, you know that.” she said quietly, shoulders shrugging as she held his gaze. To him though? Once upon a time maybe. ”You are the one who never wanted to get married. Why offer me anything when you know what I want will make you miserable?” she asked, only half interested in the answer as she looked back at her hands. But really, did she deserve more? Mother of five dead children, surrounded by loss and sorrow, heartbreak after heartbreak – dreams and love were not in her future any more than they had been in her past. She might be unhappy married to Jata, and he unhappy married to her…but at least she would not be alone.