42 Blueberry Hill, Phoebe's Room, Sunday Night
Phoebe had been on bed rest and under house arrest all day. Even though she had been worried about where Cole had gone last night, she didn't have the energy to argue with her concerned house mates and loved ones about her trying to leave the house.
That, and Aziraphale had said she needed rest -- and she had promised Anders that she wouldn't go anywhere alone right now.
That few weeks had been hell, and it had made her think a lot about happier times -- like when they were all in high school and didn't know what the world would do to them.
Cole. Anders. Lana. Marie. Piper. Her.
With the exception of Marie, high school had been so much better for them all than a lot of things the world had done to them afterwards. She couldn't express how glad she was that Marie had been able to get something she wanted -- a normal life without her powers. For the rest of them, though, things didn't seem to have ended happily for them.
Phoebe climbed out of bed when Anders went to get tea for her and went to her bookcase. She retrieved her yearbook from her senior year and then climbed back into bed.
Flipping through it, she read through some of the things people had said and had to smile. That had been such a great time and they thought they were going to rule the roost with everything they decided to do.
She turned the page to a photo of her and Cole at Homecoming. He had went all out for her that night, turning her into Cinderella and making her favorite fairy tale come to life. If she closed her eyes even now, she could still see everything he had done for that night -- and anytime he set out to domething special for her. She ran her fingers over the words there, words that she had long ago memorized.
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Phoebe--
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Phoebe--
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Phoebe.
Love Always, Cole
Flipping another page, she ran her fingers over the long ago inscription from Anders. He signed next to a page where the three of them curled up ojn the beach.
Phoebe,
I don't even know where to start. It's been a crazy, amazing ride and when I first met you I never expected us to end up like this. Or any of the stuff we ended up going through together. I'm glad we did, though.
I'm not going to write a whole lot, it'd feel like goodbye. This isn't goodbye. I'm proud of you, I love you, I'm glad you let me into your life. I'll always be proud of you.
Love always,
your Anders
Phoebe sighed and flipped to the picture of her, Lana and Marie hanging out and laughing at Selkie Cove. They were so happy then. She ran her fingers over the couplet memory she had written by that picture of her to best friends.
High school days and high school friends
let us always remember when
She read it out loud, trying to remember when she wrote it. She ran her fingers over it again and closed the yearbook.
Sometimes high school was so much happier.
She put the yearbook in the nightstand next to her side of the bed.
That, and Aziraphale had said she needed rest -- and she had promised Anders that she wouldn't go anywhere alone right now.
That few weeks had been hell, and it had made her think a lot about happier times -- like when they were all in high school and didn't know what the world would do to them.
Cole. Anders. Lana. Marie. Piper. Her.
With the exception of Marie, high school had been so much better for them all than a lot of things the world had done to them afterwards. She couldn't express how glad she was that Marie had been able to get something she wanted -- a normal life without her powers. For the rest of them, though, things didn't seem to have ended happily for them.
Phoebe climbed out of bed when Anders went to get tea for her and went to her bookcase. She retrieved her yearbook from her senior year and then climbed back into bed.
Flipping through it, she read through some of the things people had said and had to smile. That had been such a great time and they thought they were going to rule the roost with everything they decided to do.
She turned the page to a photo of her and Cole at Homecoming. He had went all out for her that night, turning her into Cinderella and making her favorite fairy tale come to life. If she closed her eyes even now, she could still see everything he had done for that night -- and anytime he set out to domething special for her. She ran her fingers over the words there, words that she had long ago memorized.
But my heart it is brighter
Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
For it sparkles with Phoebe--
It glows with the light
Of the love of my Phoebe--
With the thought of the light
Of the eyes of my Phoebe.
Love Always, Cole
Flipping another page, she ran her fingers over the long ago inscription from Anders. He signed next to a page where the three of them curled up ojn the beach.
Phoebe,
I don't even know where to start. It's been a crazy, amazing ride and when I first met you I never expected us to end up like this. Or any of the stuff we ended up going through together. I'm glad we did, though.
I'm not going to write a whole lot, it'd feel like goodbye. This isn't goodbye. I'm proud of you, I love you, I'm glad you let me into your life. I'll always be proud of you.
Love always,
your Anders
Phoebe sighed and flipped to the picture of her, Lana and Marie hanging out and laughing at Selkie Cove. They were so happy then. She ran her fingers over the couplet memory she had written by that picture of her to best friends.
High school days and high school friends
let us always remember when
She read it out loud, trying to remember when she wrote it. She ran her fingers over it again and closed the yearbook.
Sometimes high school was so much happier.
She put the yearbook in the nightstand next to her side of the bed.