PHOEBE
Her brows furrowed, emotions finally starting to well up. "No! No not 'of course'! You disappeared! You left me!" she said, voice strained as those days came to the forefront of her mind. The fear, the sadness, the heartbreak, the resignation...it all bubbled back up and threatened to turn to tears. She hated it. She had promised to stop letting such useless emotions tether her to misery, and yet here she was again when faced with a supposed Harper.
And yet it was all she could do not to tilt her cheek into his hand. Because she had loved him. A part certainly still did - but when you mourned the death or permanent disappearance of someone, seeing them alive and well again wasn't something to anticipate. But her answered correctly, and the Nightingale's lips pressed together tightly as she stared at him. "It...it really is you then?"
And yet it was all she could do not to tilt her cheek into his hand. Because she had loved him. A part certainly still did - but when you mourned the death or permanent disappearance of someone, seeing them alive and well again wasn't something to anticipate. But her answered correctly, and the Nightingale's lips pressed together tightly as she stared at him. "It...it really is you then?"
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
