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

Okay, so she had managed to drag herself through this week without doing anything rash or losing her mind. (Although Thursday night at Caritas it had been a very near thing -- and she still had to put the fear of Halliwell into Connor...)

Now, she was sitting wrapped up in a blanket in her chair by the window and silently rooting for her cheerleader teammates to kick much ass at the competition. She hoped that Buffy would forgive her for not being in any shape to be there with them this time.

She was also pretty much expecting one or all of her sisters to call and check on her. She also should call Piper and tell her about Dane's attack before one of the boys did.



[[OOC: Open. There are a few people Phoebe needs to talk to or phone calls that need to be made so this is the post for them.]]

Phoebe had passed another sleepless night. It just wasn't easy for her to fall asleep or even stay asleep right now unless she had been drinking for awhile. She had thought about going to the clinic for help, but she wasn't even sure what she would tell them.

She went into the kitchen to start making coffee -- of the extra-strong variety. Caffeine was guaranteed to help her have at least some focus during the day right now. She closed her eyes and leaned against the counter as she waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

One of these days, she would start to feel better, right?



[[OOC: Open]]

Phoebe had cleaned the main room of the suite and had also cleaned the kitchen. She had been doing her best to keep busy today and not think of the dance or how she and Cole had been so happy at last year's dance --- or at Homecoming even. It wasn't something she could really handle dealing with right now.

She was moving her bookcase in the living room to dust it when one of the books of poetry she had tumbled off of the shelf. She reached down to pick up the book and an envelope fell out of it.

Phoebe frowned and picked up the envelope. Her name was across the front of it and it was in Cole's handwriting.

With shaking hands she opened the envelope and pulled out the letter and started to read.

Phoebe dropped to her knees and covered her mouth with her hand. She read his words again and felt the tears start to flow.

"Cole..."



[[OOC: Open]]

Phoebe bid goodbye to Paige as she orbed away from the dorm room and stood staring at the spot where her sister had been just a second before.

She had decided that she should probably come back to Fandom so her sisters could get on with their lives. Of course, none of them wanted her to come back right now, she was still too fragile, but she couldn't stay at the manor right now. Grams was getting suspicious of Prue's continuing to waylay her and preventing her from talking to Phoebe and find out why she was so devastated.

After making a few important phone calls, Phoebe looked around her in the main room of the suite.

The first thing she noticed were all of the roses that were here.

A bouquet of white roses with truffles and a cute foursome of chocolate mice. The note read With love and affection, to our little sister, who makes us proud.You are in our thoughts. Love, your big brothers, James and Aziraphale.
A pink rose with a note that says Love, Chris
A yellow rose with no note
A dozen red roses with no note

She was curious about the yellow rose that had no note, smiled at the rose from Chris, and tears filled her eyes at the gifts from her big sibs, but then tears started slipping down her cheeks as she stared at the dozen red roses. Cole must have ordered them before...

Before.

She swallowed and held one of the red roses to her lips.

She couldn't bear to go into their bedroom right now, so she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself as she settled on the couch. She wasn't able to stop the tears as she held the red rose in her hand.

This was going to be hard.



[[OOC: Door is closed but the post is so very open.]]

Phoebe was worried.

Cole had been gone all week and until the conversation with Wyatt at Caaritas on Thursday, she hadn't been too worried about stuff. She had assumed that they had just kept missing each other and his absence had something to do with him trying to figure out who was attacking their friends. She knew he had been worried that the Source of All Evil was behind it, and now she was worried that the Source had gotten him.

She bit her lip as she paced the room.

Wyatt was convinced that Cole was now the Source of All Evil. Phoebe knew that the fact that she was still alive was proof that he wasn't. She knew that she had to tallk to other people and make sure that they knew that it couldn't be Cole that was doing all of these things.

First though, she had to find Cole and make sure he was safe. If he got wrongly ambushed before she could warn him about what was going on -- and that the Source was messing with people -- she would never forgive herself.


[[OOC: For the possessed *woe* boyfriend]]