A tearing pain throbbed beneath her, where streaks of dark blood stained her pale thighs.
Phoebe stumbled into the rain, her heart sinking slowly into an abyss.
She stood alone in the downpour, the heavy rain soaking her frail body. Covering her face, she gradually sank to the ground, tears streaming down in desperate despair.
Her body ached, her heart ached, and she cried helplessly, a wretched mess. This was the saddest she had ever felt, fighting back tears that threatened to spill.
How had she allowed herself to become so broken? She was a strong woman—when had she begun to feel so pitiful?
Phoebe, don't cry!
It wasn't such a big deal; why was she crying? Were her tears really so worthless?
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to hide the pain within. He had finally let her
