bottom of the deep blue sea

Phoebe I know I am good at something, I just haven't found it yet Her head tilted slightly at him, eyes raising from the glittering pink stone in her ring, which felt odd on her hand. ”Then…what is your favorite?” she asked. Why had he told her they were when they weren’t? She would have made him something he would have liked if she had known – and she still would more than likely if he told her what it was he preferred. Despite her coldness with him, she didn’t hate him. She didn’t really want him to suffer. But to suffer alone was painstaking, to suffer together was bearable. At least, to her it was. Phoebe’s eyes fell back to the ring on her hand. ”I will.” she said, knowing already that the rest of the plans would fall to her. ”I…didn’t expect you to get something so nice.” she admitted quietly.