Waiting Room Lyrics Phoebe Meaning Romane & Geschichten

“Yeah. I’ve got something else to show you. Left it in the living room—can I grab it?” “Sure, I’d be happy to look.” “Great. Be right back.” I nod, sit, and check my phone. No text from Ami. I send her a message to stay hydrated and rest, knowing she won’t see it yet, but it eases my mind. “Ready?” Phoebe calls from outside. “Yeah.” I frown, confused. Why’s she— She opens the door, and I see she’s naked. I cover my eyes fast.

That night, after calmly arranging his affairs, I took sleeping pills and lay down next to him. “I’ll be with you soon.” When I opened my eyes again, there was a blinding white light. “Are you okay?” I shot upright and realized I was leaning over my desk. The girl next to me was wiping tears from her cheeks, choking on her sobs. “Emma just went off with Callum. Ugh, finally, love triumphs over everything.” My eyes widened as I looked down at the novel in front of me. It was open to the chapter titled “Please Wait for Me.” The illustration showed him holding my hand, standing by the sea, supporting each other through life.

He asked, his voice barely audible. “I…I need time.” “You still care about him right?” I didn’t say a word, but the longing in my eyes said it all. Eric sighed, a weak, fleeting smile appearing on his lips. “Phoebe, I’ll wait for you,” he whispered, unwavering determination in his eyes. “No matter how long.”

"You, what do you mean?" Ovan put the strand of hair behind her ear and smiled, "What are you afraid of? You look pretty when you smile." He was obviously smiling, but he made her feel scared. Phoebe took a step back to keep a distance from him. This was the first time that she wanted to stay away from him. At this time, the door of the room rang again with the waiter's voice. "Is anyone here? I'm here to deliver the wine." Hearing that the waiter was here to deliver the wine, Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the door and said, "The wine I ordered has already been served…”

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE TEN THEME: The meet again CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AINSLEY HOSPITAL IN WARD 206 Phoebe coughed as she was about to fall asleep again. "Are you okay Phoebe?" Ria asked. Phoebe cleared her itchy throat. "Yes mom." But she coughed. "Hold on, let me get water." Ria stood up from the bed.

I whispered while looking at him. "What are you doing here, Phoebe?" he asked me, he's holding a key in his hands. "I'm waiting for Caelum, you?" I asked, smiling a bit. "You are waiting for what again?" he asked, confused. "I'm waiting for Caelum... I asked, what are you doing here?" He looked at me with a confused face, I raised my eyebrows because he looked so nervous. "Phoebe... You're joking, right?" he asked nervously. My eyes were tired from crying.

Struggling to sit up, she turned on the light and glanced at the bed beside hers. It was empty. Nathan was gone. A chill crept through her heart. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone. As she expected, a message from Clara awaited her. [Room 606.] Following the numbers along the corridor, Phoebe stopped in front of the door. Laughter, soft and teasing, drifted through the crack. "Master, your little bunny is sick," Clara's voice was sweet, almost cloying. "She needs a big, thick syringe thrust into her body to make her feel better..."

“This place goes twenty-four hours for anything a member wants, but it should be pretty quiet this time of morning.” Phoebe clearly didn’t understand what I was warning her about. She looked down at her joggers and hoodie. “I’m not dressed for a fancy place.” I laughed. “You’re fine.” Considering clothing was entirely optional past the bar and dining areas, she was fine. I remembered to unlock the door, and she stepped out. I waited as I slid out, wondering if she’d run away. Instead, she finally came to stand near me. I could have taken her hand, but I didn’t. I figured she’d wave it off, and I was also afraid I’d like even that innocent touch far too much. My thoughts were veering toward d

Royal. The weight of the word. A heavy yolk. Protection. A cage. Luxury. A womb. A queen. The conversation between Monica and Phoebe are just noises in the distance I have created with my mind. Totally lost in thought and disconnected from my surroundings. “Shall I pack your belongings for you?” Phoebe asks. “No need, Priestess. I can pack and move myself after dinner.” I say sweetly. “I appreciate your kind offer.” “Very well.” Phoebe turns away. “I will escort you after dinner.” She quickly disappears down the hall, leaving no room or time for discussion.

’ My subconscious sneered at me, tapping her foot impatiently. “911 what is your emergency?” A baritone voice booms from the speaker, knocking me to the present. “Ehrm…. My friend… he passed out. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he… suddenly passed out,” I stutter nervously. “Calm down, ma'am; what is your name?” “Phoebe Harts” “Okay, Phoebe, I want you to calm down okay.” “Okay, I'm calm” I replied, but honestly, I'm way far from being calm.