Phoebe
"No, but you're unique."
There it was, the real truth beneath the layers of kindness. No, she wasn't as pretty as other Torchline women. It was comforting actually, creating distance where she knew she was far too weak to create it herself. "If everyone is unique, then can you really call it being unique?" she asked. But his follow up left her confused, and she stared for a moment. "What do you mean, beauty in how I act?" she asked.
The Madame blinked at the rock he held up, clearly perplexed. She was not one well acquainted with the finer things in life after all. "She paid you with a rock?" she asked, a bit dumbly. "I mean...it's a pretty rock..." ...but still a rock.
There it was, the real truth beneath the layers of kindness. No, she wasn't as pretty as other Torchline women. It was comforting actually, creating distance where she knew she was far too weak to create it herself. "If everyone is unique, then can you really call it being unique?" she asked. But his follow up left her confused, and she stared for a moment. "What do you mean, beauty in how I act?" she asked.
The Madame blinked at the rock he held up, clearly perplexed. She was not one well acquainted with the finer things in life after all. "She paid you with a rock?" she asked, a bit dumbly. "I mean...it's a pretty rock..." ...but still a rock.
I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say
So how do you have no words to say
