PHOEBE
Phoebe considered his words quietly, still biting on her lip. Perhaps he was right. Maybe journalling like that would help her. At any rate she could untangle her own thoughts, as if she were talking to another person. And it wasn't like she had a shortage of notebooks. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, she smiled and nodded a bit at him. "I think I will give it a try...maybe not so much fiction as journalling but...it'll be something at least." she said softly, looking up at him. "Thank you for the advice. I appreciate it."
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
