Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
His elbow bashed against her ribs and side as he momentarily tried to wrestle himself away. Phoebe sucked air through her teeth in pain, certain she would had at least a small bruise from it. But she still didn't get angry. It was an accident. He hadn't known it was her surely. Instead, she held onto him tighter until he stopped thrashing. But what he said next hurt worse, like a knife through her chest.
"Please just go, Phoebe..."
Not Bee. Phoebe. And...go? Her lips pressed together as he continued. Slowly her arms fell away from him, limp at her sides. "I can't understand what?" she asked, a slight emotional waver in her voice. "I can't understand what it's like to walk through a door a realize that suddenly everything and everyone you know is gone? Or what it's like to realize you have to pick up and start completely over and you're all alone with no one to help you? I'm not asking you to take care of me. I've been taking care of you! I kept you alive and nursed you back to health and watched Chris and Milly and made sure you were all fed and had clean clothes to wear and beds to sleep in..." Phoebe stopped short, tears pricking at her eyes.
"Or...does it not matter now...because I am an Outlander? You've decided to hate me, because I've lost everything and am starting over?" she asked quietly.
