Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner. She loved his face and his hands. She loved the way he talked and the way he smiled. She loved the way he loved her so much.
And she thought about that when she was in bed with another man, about how much Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner. She let a stranger kiss her. She let him slip off her dress and touch her in the way only her husband should. It wasn’t like she forgot. She remembered an apple peel forming the shape of a C and the way her heart jumped, beating quickly and giddily because she knew he was the one. She remembered their first date and their first kiss and the first time he told her that he loved her. She remembered what he risked for her, what he gave up for her, and the faith she used to have.
She remembered it all shattering on the floor like the delicate wine glasses she drank out of, all those fine breakable things he gave her to make up for the broken promises. Little pieces of her life picked up and thrown in the trash because that’s what Cole wanted. That’s what Cole needed.
And she did it because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner.
She loved him so much that she killed herself for him, left behind a pretty Pheobe doll for him to play with and went away to somewhere this shadow of Cole Turner couldn’t find her anymore.
The stranger rolled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner but Phoebe Halliwell was gone.
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Date: 2010-05-09 04:44 am (UTC)And she thought about that when she was in bed with another man, about how much Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner. She let a stranger kiss her. She let him slip off her dress and touch her in the way only her husband should. It wasn’t like she forgot. She remembered an apple peel forming the shape of a C and the way her heart jumped, beating quickly and giddily because she knew he was the one. She remembered their first date and their first kiss and the first time he told her that he loved her. She remembered what he risked for her, what he gave up for her, and the faith she used to have.
She remembered it all shattering on the floor like the delicate wine glasses she drank out of, all those fine breakable things he gave her to make up for the broken promises. Little pieces of her life picked up and thrown in the trash because that’s what Cole wanted. That’s what Cole needed.
And she did it because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner.
She loved him so much that she killed herself for him, left behind a pretty Pheobe doll for him to play with and went away to somewhere this shadow of Cole Turner couldn’t find her anymore.
The stranger rolled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Because Phoebe Halliwell loved Cole Turner but Phoebe Halliwell was gone.