Waiting Room Lyrics Phoebe Meaning Novels & Stories

Without a word, he walked into the room, leaving Phoebe standing alone. Phoebe spun around to follow him but hesitated, deciding to give him space. After watching him enter the room and close the door, she snickered, her arms crossed over her chest. "Your precious person's life is in turmoil. You must be hurting now…" She whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

A few seconds barely passed before a stampede came barging through her room. Levi’s golden eyes are wide as the blonde girl stood behind him, her hand clenched in his. Laurence bounced in behind them, his energy palpable in the atmosphere. Brooklyn’s heart sank as she realized the one person she wanted to see wasn’t there. “Brooklyn, you’re awake! We weren’t sure you were going to make it!” Levi scowled and thumped his brother slightly upside the head. “You idiot, that’s not what you say to someone who just woke up! How about a normal greeting?”

It was the first time I'd ever refused her. She was so understanding. Maybe she knew something, but she didn't ask any questions. She obediently let me take her hand, and we walked out of the hospital together. Everything should've been back to normal, but my heart was racing. I suppressed my swirling emotions and held Louisa's hand as we lined up at the boarding gate. Suddenly, a low, steady man's voice came from behind me. "Rowena, are you going to keep running?" I turned around stoically. Ewan stood less than three feet away, looking windswept and wet from the light rain. A few drops slid from the damp fringe on his forehead.

Held it up to him. [Then what about you?] He glanced at the screen, turned his face away. "Don't worry about me." I typed again. [Caleb. Look at me.] When he turned back, his eyes were redder than before. I looked straight into them and typed, letter by letter— [The three years I ran—I dreamed about you every single night.] [I hate that you locked me up. But I hate even more that I ran for three years and still couldn't forget you.]

Rebekah agreed. "Can you girls stop it already," Pheobe voiced as she slumped in the chair. "I'm turning twenty-six with no love life and my life is as boring as fuck, my parents see it fit to always forget their daughter's birthday, and right now all I want to do is dance the night away, and be celebrated, so please, we will only be staying for five minutes, besides I know one close by, just down the road " Pheobe relayed, gulping down some more of the wine.

Hell, I would ignore the people crying in front of the hospital too. I feel like everything is right again. With Anna in my arms, everything makes sense. Now all we need is Phoebe. She is what will complete this. "Let's get back inside," I tell her, wiping her tears away with my thumbs. She nods and sniffles, wiping her nose with my sweatshirt. "Sorry." She mumbles with a little laugh. We walk back into the building in another comfortable silence. Her hand is wrapped in my much bigger oone,and I can feel her still trembling from the cold air. As we head back up to our waiting room, my phone buzzes in my pocket.

"See you in Bastion City, Ethan?" "I'll be waiting for you." I arrived in Bastion City in September, dragging my suitcase through the gates of Hareford University. I stood and gazed at the aged university gates with tears in my eyes. "Why are you crying?" a familiar voice asked from behind me. I turned and threw myself into his arms. "I did it!" Ethan hugged me tightly. "Yes, you did it. Welcome to Bastion City, my dear girlfriend." The weather was perfect, and our story had only just begun.

Alice Phoebe's gaze held mine for a while, her expression unwavering. "I'm afraid this can't wait," she said, her voice firm but polite. I felt a surge of determination. I wasn't going to let this woman disrupt my wedding night. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait," I said, my voice firm. "Or better yet, come back another day." Phoebe's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "I'll come back another day, then," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "But tell your husband... tell him Phoebe was here."

I didn't wait for her response, instead I turned and walked out of the room. I stood by the pillar, waiting for Phoebe when my phone rang in my bag. I pulled it out and stared at the number, it wasn’t saved on my phone. “Who's this?” I asked as I pressed the phone against my ear. “Hello?” I said again, yet the person didn't speak. Minutes passed and the person still didn't speak so I ended the call. “Weirdos.” “Who?” Phoebe's voice came behind me. she stepped out wearing my oversized jersey. It swallowed her small frame, the hem stopping high on her thighs.

Phoebe had always believed that she will be Tristan's woman officially and the young lady of Godoy Group, she had to pay attention to her image all the time. But now, what she had done was still in vain. The friend she looked down upon was not her friend. She finally became someone she looked down upon. After asking the room number of Melissa at the counter,Phoebe asked the staff to lead her to the door of the room. The harsh sound of singing was heard in the room. Needless to say, it was a mess inside. After she pushed the door open,she didn't go in immediately. Instead, she searched for Melissa in front of her.