bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe

I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?

He could be resentful that once again he has given her all she asked for, without any of his terms in place. It had been as she said: you didn’t get terms when you offered whatever someone else wanted. Perhaps this would teach him to be so careless with his words. And as he accepts the agreement, she realized she should be happy. Overjoyed. She was getting married finally, just as she had wanted. But all that consumes her is dread, as though she hammered in the nails to her own coffin.

”Pick a date.” Simple enough.

”Three days from now.” she said softly, eyes moving to stare into the fireplace.