Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead "Sometimes." she said softly, honeyed eyes melancholic as she gazed off into the distance. "When I'm alone. When there is nothing to do. But there are too many people who are relying on me now. I need to keep myself together. And so I do." Sheer willpower was what kept her on her feet. Yes, she had rebuilt a few friendships, yes she got to begin anew. But feelings like grief and heartache and inadequacy did not go away so easily. She shrugged at his apology, not accepting it but not ignoring it either as she looked over at him. "If you actually meant that you wouldn't have asked." she said. Again her eyes drifted to the pool of water, hesitating before her own curiosity got the better of her. "What did you ask for?" she asked.