PHOEBE
Let you go and the lonely in
To take my heart again
To take my heart again
"I am sad and lonely and hurting." she said with a sigh, shaking her head. "But sex doesn't fix it. It makes it worse in the end, at least for me. I question why people won't stay, why I am not enough for being anything more than a bed warmer." she said, frowning as she looked at the ground. "It causes me more torment than any momentary bliss can solve, and so it's just better if I don't. If I limit myself to people who actually want something more." she said softly.
She blinked at him, eyes narrowing in confusion. "That's ridiculous, Loren. You don't get to decide who does and doesn't make me happy. All you can decide is who does and doesn't make you happy. As far as I am aware, it isn't me." she said with a sigh. Just like everyone else. He was no different.
She blinked at him, eyes narrowing in confusion. "That's ridiculous, Loren. You don't get to decide who does and doesn't make me happy. All you can decide is who does and doesn't make you happy. As far as I am aware, it isn't me." she said with a sigh. Just like everyone else. He was no different.
