bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet ”How would I not be happy about getting what I always wanted?” she said back with ease. But despite the snippy nature of her quip, it lacked the emotion to give it punch. Her emotion simply was not on display, not available to him, even as she poked holes in his argument that she would somehow be as unhappy as him (even if his argument was valid and true. It should have stung, him comparing it to an arranged marriage. But the comment rolled off her as if she had not heard it. Rather she didn’t care. Let him throw a fit now, let him act like he had some upper hand. In reality, he had simply not foreseen how far she had fallen, how little she valued herself and her existence, to be willing to commit to a loveless, cheerless marriage if only to secure a person in her life for whatever short time fate was liable to give her. Her head tilted at him slightly, as he tried to negotiate terms. Slowly she shook her head. ”You offered me whatever I want. I said I want to get married – and you knew the stipulations that comes with in my mind when you agreed. You can’t change the terms now, unless you want to go back on your word and say you never intended to do whatever I wished, that it was just hollow words.” she said simply, tone soft but dry. He didn’t have to love her. That had never been part of the offer. But marriage was the ultimate sign of exclusivity and commitment. He couldn’t pretend that had not been part of the deal. You don't get terms when you offer someone whatever they want.