I've turned the grief to medicine

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead It was just as well that the journey was silent. Phoebe was wrapped in her own thoughts, internally melting down while her external self remained reservedly composed. But they do arrive and that required work. Opening windows mostly. Once the couch was cleared she sat, Jude held snuggly to her chest. Again she listened to Harper in silence. But her response was quick when he finished. "Then you decided to mix business with pleasure." she said curtly, brown eyes staring holes through him. "I know it was a year for you, but it was hours for me so it is hard not to question how long this has actually been going on." she said, stroking Jude's hair. "Maeve always was one of my popular girls at the brothel." Phoebe mused. "And I'm, what did they call it...vanilla. Why would you want me back." she said, tears of frustration and sadness welling in her eyes. And oh Harper was a man. So seemingly sweet and innocent but she knew his deviant side well.