dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe sighed and shook her head. He didn't understand. He only thought of how he changed, what his life was like in comparison to what he remembered of her. When she stopped, she was facing him, brown eyes still a little glassy but not nearly as emotional as she used to be when faced with such things. "I don't need a man to give me stability. I've my own strength. I have accomplished more on my own than many could with others. What I want is companionship. Someone to love and be loved back. That's all." she said softly, looking back up at the ceiling. "I'm just...lonely. But I suppose I will have to get used to it." she added, quieter still. "I suppose I should go then, huh?" she added after a moment.