Phoebe couldn't sleep, she kept having nightmares.
'Mum, dad, am I missing you so much that I keep dreaming about what happened to you. I am sorry for not being able to save you' She was taken out from her thoughts when the bedroom door opened.
'A married man coming home this late? I see the reason Natasha left' She glared at him without saying a word.
"Why is the light still on?" He asked.
She didn't reply because she didn't know what to say. What if Natasha loves switching off the light? Or what if she doesn't?
"You aren't sleeping, why is that?" He asked another question.
"Nothing" Pheobe replied.
Oliver climbed on the bed, he covered himself with the duvet.
Phoebe removed the duvet from her body, she didn't want to share one with him.
"What's bordering you? You are unable
