PHOEBE
Once upon a time, Phoebe was good at hiding her earnestness. Once upon a time, she prided herself on keeping the peace, meek and quiet, putting herself aside for the sake of those around her. But slowly, one at a time, those people disappeared. Her patience deteriorated, her heart had broken too many times, and it never had gotten put back together quite the same way.
And so as Harper set her down and turned her around, her own honeyed eyes held his gaze unwavering, a quiet steel holding her there. She wasn't concerned if it was uncomfortable. She didn't mind that it didn't keep things smooth and status quo. No one grew that way. No one evolved. And did she want her future children if she was so blessed, to suffer her same hurts because she had never learned to be strong so she could teach them? No.
She listened quietly as he spoke, not terribly surprised. "You didn't wonder, not even for a moment, what it might be like if there was a string?" she asked softly. "Is a friend all you ever wanted to be? Or did you wonder, too?"
And so as Harper set her down and turned her around, her own honeyed eyes held his gaze unwavering, a quiet steel holding her there. She wasn't concerned if it was uncomfortable. She didn't mind that it didn't keep things smooth and status quo. No one grew that way. No one evolved. And did she want her future children if she was so blessed, to suffer her same hurts because she had never learned to be strong so she could teach them? No.
She listened quietly as he spoke, not terribly surprised. "You didn't wonder, not even for a moment, what it might be like if there was a string?" she asked softly. "Is a friend all you ever wanted to be? Or did you wonder, too?"
Honeybee, your soul is golden
