Phoebe's Room (Locked to Camulus)
After Wyatt had left the night before, Phoebe had stayed awake, pacing the room or staring at pictures on her laptop of her sisters. Towards morning she fallen into sort of a numb state where she just sat on the floor, staring into space.
As afternoon turned into evening, tears started sliding down her face when she started feeling again.
"Prue..."
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there before the first scream of grief tore itself from her throat. She cried out once more, before she just curled into a ball in the middle of the floor, sobbing as if her heart was breaking -- and in a way, it had.
As afternoon turned into evening, tears started sliding down her face when she started feeling again.
"Prue..."
She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting there before the first scream of grief tore itself from her throat. She cried out once more, before she just curled into a ball in the middle of the floor, sobbing as if her heart was breaking -- and in a way, it had.