[SE] Star-Crossed [Cont]

PHOEBE

Phoebe smiled a little and nodded at his explanation. ”That’s all I ask for.” she said softly. She didn’t expect him to be hunky-dory about it all. There were many sides to this story, many truths struggling to coexist. She just didn’t want to be lumped in with the parts that made him angry, because she didn’t think she belonged there – which he had corroborated a few times now. That he would try to be clearer was more than she expected of him.

She took his hand and stood, her skirt flouncing over her legs with the movement. The blush remained firm on her cheeks, her heart racing a little with the hope that maybe – just maybe – things might work out. Brown eyes scanned the field of dancers as they approached, feeling a little apprehensive. Dancing was dancing, but everywhere had their own norms about it – norms that she definitely didn’t know. ”I uhm…I’m not really familiar with this…” she admitted quietly. It seemed fairly straightforward, but this was the first festival she had been to in Caido. She didn’t want to embarrass herself, or him, or give anyone another reason to mock people like her.

I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy