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?
Phoebe was desperate to shove all her emotions back into place. But once they started pouring out it was quite the task to accomplish. Her breath came in short gasps and sniffles and she tried to dry her face, nodding a little as he spoke; but with each swipe of her cheek the tears were replaced. Slowly she managed to catch her breath and looked over at Sam. "I know you're probably right...but it hurts like nothing I've ever felt before... like it's hard to breathe."
She sighed and sniffled again. "I'm sorry, I came over here to comfort you and now look at me." she said with a mirthless laugh, finally getting her tears to dry. For a moment she worried her lip before deciding to ask..."Sam...do you believe what Emmett and Rory said too? That...that people like me are all bad?" she asked quietly.
