you're my sunshine, you're my rain,
you're all i've lost yet all i've gained
"I don't see dead people expect for right now..." she mumbled, brow furrowing. But she was distracted by her lack of paranormal experiences by the revelation that she was not on a potato mountain. The Nightingale picked up a rock, eyes squinting as she examined it. It sure did look like a potato...two quick sniffs and she nodded curtly. Definitely a potato. Maybe potatoes looked different to dead people...did Ghost-Emmett even remember what a potato was? Did potatoes exist in Morts realm? Did More even like potatoes? Life's grandest questions plagued her, drowning her in her own confusion. "How come you're even here?" she asked, leaning forward as if into his touch. But whether Phoebe actually felt it was a great question - everything felt numb, her limbs felt heavy, and her eyelids drooped. She was exhausted but wide awake, deliriously aware of every cell in her body yet feeling simultaneously detached.
hello darkness, goodbye light
PHOEBE
