PHOEBE
Phoebe was silent for a long time, staring at the water, gently tapping her ashes into the pool as the cigarette naturally burned down. As his words dug scars into her soul, her mind did what it could to protect itself. Another piece of her shut down, like a festering limb cut off to protect the rest. Her eyes were glazed, not by tears but mental distance. Was there anything left at all? A single human soul - for she knew somewhere deep down that even to Frey she was merely a speck in existence - left that mattered? Or that she mattered to?
No. Not one.
"I see." she said softly, fingers thrumming against the stone she sat on. After a moment more she lifted her face towarda him, lips smiling but nothing else, nearly unrecognizable as the Phoebe he had known. "Well I won't ask or demand that you be anything other than you are. I hope this life makes you happy." she said, before looking back at the pool.
No. Not one.
"I see." she said softly, fingers thrumming against the stone she sat on. After a moment more she lifted her face towarda him, lips smiling but nothing else, nearly unrecognizable as the Phoebe he had known. "Well I won't ask or demand that you be anything other than you are. I hope this life makes you happy." she said, before looking back at the pool.
and then there's me, always waiting for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
