Emmett struggled not to sigh heavily as Phoebe spoke, began to get emotional. He wanted desperately to bridge the gap between them, to knock down the wall that had been set up, which he could hardly see Phoebe behind anymore. Whenever he spoke it seemed to never have the right understanding from her and he didn't know what she wanted.
Then all of a sudden she wanted to leave, far too soon; Emmett reached a hand up towards her. "No, please, c'mon. Sit with me. Let's...I dunno, work it out. I think about you a lot more than you think." When he had the bravery to think of good things, of good memories gone by (for often it could lead him to dark places) the time he'd spent with Phoebe was a regular flashback.
"I...I know I hurt ya, and I didn' mean to. But...my...I've been in a real bad place, Bee. I'm sorry if I fucked up durin' it but I...I don' even know how t'keep goin' every day, never mind talk proper to a nice girl." There was desperate in his voice which was thick with the warning of tears.
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
