44 Blueberry Hill, Thursday Evening

[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe was not hiding in the safety of the house at 44 Blueberry Hill.

Except that she totally was.

Although the relief of her students at seeing her unharmed and back in the classroom had calmed her nerves somewhat -- as did seeing Lana and Tori -- she still wasn't feeling well. She was still feeling tired and so much still hurt.

And she wasn't that comfortable with people seeing the bruises and therefore remembering everything that she had done and what lengths some people had to go to in order to set her mistake right.

So she was totally not hiding as she sat in the attic of the house.

Just because she was afraid to venture outside didn't mean that people couldn't come inside, though.


[[OOC: For the boys and anyone else who would want to come see the emo-hermit-guilt-ridden witch.]]

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[sleepswthdemons.livejournal.com]

One moment, she was staring at him as if he had lost his mind...

...the next, she was in his ams, face buried against his chest as she broke down in sobs.


[[OC: Gah! I didn't know this hadn't posted. Sorry.]]

[beenthroughthat.livejournal.com]

Sam hung back for a moment, feeling guilty about having laughed. He reached out one hand awkwardly and laid it on Phoebe's shoulder, moving it up and down in a soothing rhythm.

[holdingontolove.livejournal.com]

Cole hugged Phoebe close. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart," he said. "We know you won't hurt us, and we won't let anything hurt you."