Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

Phoebe had cried for awhile after Cole had shimmered away from their room in anger. She hadn't heard any announcements and no one had come to get her, so she could only assume that Cole hadn't killed Anders. That was a good thing as far as she was concerned. Although, she didn't understand why people seemed to get more upset with Anders about what had happened. They had both been there. It wasn't as if he had been the only one that had done anything.

When Cole still didn't come back, Phoebe had settled into her favorite chair by the window. It was a little chilly, but right now she welcomed the slight cold. It permeated the numbness and reminded her that yes, all of this was really happening.

Should she have not told him? No, that would have been the wrong thing to do. She had helped to kill him, she couldn't lie to him, too.

Phoebe sighed, letting her head rest along the side of the chair as she felt tears fill her eyes again.

Had she gotten him back... only to lose him again because she had been dumb and blinded from her pain?

She looked down at her cellphone in her lap and pushed a button once more to make sure she had signal. It was working, but still no word from him.

Where was he?

Phoebe closed her eyes again.