PHOEBE
She shrugged a bit at his words. Maybe. Maybe they would never come. "Beautiful. Everything anyone could want and more...and it's still not enough to be worth fighting for. You won't. Emmett didn't. I appreciate the flattery but I'm a bit too jaded at this point to fall for it." she said quietly, glaring down at her nearly empty cup. "I'm not unloved entirely, no. But I am not loved. I am not someone's everything. Their one and only." she said quietly, finishing the last of her coffee, which was mostly whiskey.
"Then you're being stupid if you think this doesn't hurt me." she said sharply, crossing her arms around her far too narrow waist. "It would help." she said, voice shaking slightly.
"Then you're being stupid if you think this doesn't hurt me." she said sharply, crossing her arms around her far too narrow waist. "It would help." she said, voice shaking slightly.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
