Post by Lori on Oct 17, 2017 0:21:54 GMT
Phoebe's outfit
Today was going to be hard.
Well, actually next week was going to be hard. In six days it was going to be the anniversary of Phoebe's brother's passing. It was hard to believe it was over five years since Xavius was gone.All because some kid looked 'suspicious'. It sucked and it hurt. Phoebe wished she could have done something on the actual day, or even the day before or after. Unfortunately for her, her internship and workload spoke differently. She had three exams and a paper due next week, not to mention her normal hours for her internship. Maybe the night of, she would make a special dinner for him. But the timing otherwise wouldn't work out. And with Xavius buried back home in New York, Phoebe couldn't even go back to visit him or talk to her parents. She had no idea how she was going to handle this.
She was doing fine for now, even as she parked her car near the flower shop. She might be ok through lunch. But when it actually came time for what she intended to do? There was an extremely high chance she would break down completely. Thank god for Zesty, though. He was going to meet her after his afternoon class, they'd grab a late lunch and then do something for Xavius. The plan was to buy a flower and write a note, attach it to a balloon and send it into the sky. Zesty was being awesome enough to pick up the balloon after class and make it one less thing for Phoebe to think of. But that still left the flower and note. She had no idea yet what she was going to write. That was probably going to get her heart strings going already. Deciding on a flower wasn't going to be any easier. But she could do this. She had to do this. This was for her brother.
Taking a deep breath, Phoebe got out of the car. A gentle breeze blew her full curls away from her face and her dress lightly flew on the wind. She wore simple red flats to compliment part of the color scheme of her dress and, as usual, her makeup was minimal. Maybe just some chap stick and nail polish, if that counted. What would it matter putting anything on if she was going to start crying? No. She couldn't think about that already. She was going to do this. She stepped cautiously towards the flower shop. You can do this, she reminded herself, you will do this. With one more exhale, Phoebe opened the door and stepped into the flower shop. The plants decorated the store beautifully beyond words and the colors were so vibrant she only wished they could lift her spirits more. Though she could never compare the scent of the natural flowers to her candles, god what a mix of aromas that filled the air! She allowed herself to relax slightly in the midst of the flowers before taking a few steps and slowly starting to walk around the store, her eyes just as slowly moving from one flower to the next and trying to take in everything before her.
Today was going to be hard.
Well, actually next week was going to be hard. In six days it was going to be the anniversary of Phoebe's brother's passing. It was hard to believe it was over five years since Xavius was gone.All because some kid looked 'suspicious'. It sucked and it hurt. Phoebe wished she could have done something on the actual day, or even the day before or after. Unfortunately for her, her internship and workload spoke differently. She had three exams and a paper due next week, not to mention her normal hours for her internship. Maybe the night of, she would make a special dinner for him. But the timing otherwise wouldn't work out. And with Xavius buried back home in New York, Phoebe couldn't even go back to visit him or talk to her parents. She had no idea how she was going to handle this.
She was doing fine for now, even as she parked her car near the flower shop. She might be ok through lunch. But when it actually came time for what she intended to do? There was an extremely high chance she would break down completely. Thank god for Zesty, though. He was going to meet her after his afternoon class, they'd grab a late lunch and then do something for Xavius. The plan was to buy a flower and write a note, attach it to a balloon and send it into the sky. Zesty was being awesome enough to pick up the balloon after class and make it one less thing for Phoebe to think of. But that still left the flower and note. She had no idea yet what she was going to write. That was probably going to get her heart strings going already. Deciding on a flower wasn't going to be any easier. But she could do this. She had to do this. This was for her brother.
Taking a deep breath, Phoebe got out of the car. A gentle breeze blew her full curls away from her face and her dress lightly flew on the wind. She wore simple red flats to compliment part of the color scheme of her dress and, as usual, her makeup was minimal. Maybe just some chap stick and nail polish, if that counted. What would it matter putting anything on if she was going to start crying? No. She couldn't think about that already. She was going to do this. She stepped cautiously towards the flower shop. You can do this, she reminded herself, you will do this. With one more exhale, Phoebe opened the door and stepped into the flower shop. The plants decorated the store beautifully beyond words and the colors were so vibrant she only wished they could lift her spirits more. Though she could never compare the scent of the natural flowers to her candles, god what a mix of aromas that filled the air! She allowed herself to relax slightly in the midst of the flowers before taking a few steps and slowly starting to walk around the store, her eyes just as slowly moving from one flower to the next and trying to take in everything before her.
