Waiting Room Lyrics Phoebe Meaning Novels & Stories

"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.

I love you. I had spent years of my life desperately waiting to hear those exact words. I had waited for them on those dark nights when the electricity was cut off in our tiny rented apartment. I had waited for them when my back was peeling from hauling heavy freight at the warehouse, in so much pain I couldn't straighten my spine. I had waited for them when I stared down at that slice of mango cake at the celebratory dinner. And I had even waited for them the exact moment that HR disciplinary notice was blasted out to the entire company.

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.

Phoebe said, "I'm not promising you anything." She wasn't scum; she wasn't going to give Connor false hope or toy with his feelings on purpose. She just needed to patiently wait for him to accept the reality of the situation. Once he did, she could finally say goodbye without lifting a finger. Connor's expression darkened. "So I'm going to be waiting a long time?" Phoebe strung him along. "Try to be patient." With that, she turned to leave for good this time.

She gasps, the sound like music to my ears as we stare at one another. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I should have realized what Phoebe was going through the moment Saben said his mama was sitting in ice water. Phoebe is in heat.

"No need to yell. Do what you want." They left Kimberly's room and entered the living room, Asher was seated on the couch and he looked up from his phone and stared at them. "I'm just gonna see her off" Kimberly said to him. "I will just be downstairs" Asher nodded slowly and returned his attention to his phone. -------------------- Phoebe's big red pickup, shining in the light of the moon, was waiting in the parking lot, just as Phoebe had said. Breathless and giggling, feeling wild and rather wonderful, Kimberly raced down the steps and around to the driver’s side with Phoebe behind her.

Unknown number, but not entirely unfamiliar. I opened it. I don’t know exactly what Terra’s planning, but it’s public and soon. Be ready. For a second, the words didn’t register. They just sat there, black text on a bright screen, disconnected from reality. Then the meaning settled. My laughter faded before I realized it had stopped. Phoebe noticed immediately. She always did. “What is it?” she asked, voice softer now. I turned the phone toward her. She read the message, her expression shifting from curiosity to something more alert, more serious.

I looked like a man who had been punched in the gut and was pretending he wasn't bleeding. I pulled out my phone. Opened the photo again. Then I opened my messages. Phoebe. What do you want? I had already asked that. She said nothing. She was lying. I typed: Why now? Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. Because I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for what? For him to remember who he belongs to. I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white. He doesn't belong to you. “Doesn't he? Look at the photo, Dominic. Really look at it. That's not a man who's moved on.”