Phoebe

"Phoebe?" he called, startling me.

My temper sparked as my previous anger gripped me, threatening to roar back to life. But I knew better than to subject myself to my raging emotions.

It was only a matter of time.

Patience was all I needed.

My teeth clenched in disgust as his shaky hands touched mine. Those firm hands that I loved to touch now turned cancer to me, "What?"

He shuddered, surprised at my harsh voice, "Are...are you alright?" his voice quivered and his breathing turned erratic.

"I am." I replied, surprised by how dangerously calm my voice was.

"But you hurt me." his eyes roamed my face, checking...