beach break

Phoebe

"Don't apologize. You didn't make me uncomfortable." she said quickly, the same soft, melancholic smile she had worn before curving her lips. Quite the contrary actually. It had been nice. Physical affection given without request? Simply because he wished to give it? Because he thought she had some worth or wanted her or any number of things? It was what she had been yearning for after all. But...she couldn't have it. She couldn't chase it. She had made those mistakes too many times already.

Phoebe swallowed a lump in her throat as he continued though, staring down at her hands as they rested on the towel she had been about to roll up. Not too long ago a pretty ring had sat upon one of those fingers. Not long before those hands had prepared to hold a child. And what did they have now? Nothing. Such was her fate. She could not drag another down with her again. "Trust me when I say you don't want a chance with me." she said, almost a whisper. "It'd be like a sailor chasing a siren on a rocky shore." she said, that same sad smile curving her lips as she glanced back up at him.

"You can ask anyone who knows me. The governor. The man who owns the boxing ring...even Frey." she said quietly. No, she was not a woman to be chased for a chance or yearned for. All pursuit of romance did was bring sorrow to all involved.

I can see your sad story eyes,
So how do you have no words to say