Defective?
Feb. 24th, 2006 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sensethevisionsPhoebe made her way back to the Suite at the Arms and let herself into her room. She was sober and she was sad.
She changed into comfortable pajamas and sat on the couch, staring into space for the longest time.
She had failed.
That thought didn't sit well with her.
She sighed and blinked back tears, trying to find something to focus on.
She wanted to be held and comforted. She wanted to be held and told she would get through this.
She just wanted to be held and for a short time be able to pretend that she didn't have to stop a monster from coming back and killing everyone she cared about.
She changed into comfortable pajamas and sat on the couch, staring into space for the longest time.
She had failed.
That thought didn't sit well with her.
She sighed and blinked back tears, trying to find something to focus on.
She wanted to be held and comforted. She wanted to be held and told she would get through this.
She just wanted to be held and for a short time be able to pretend that she didn't have to stop a monster from coming back and killing everyone she cared about.
