Novel & Cerita Waiting Room Lyrics Phoebe Meaning

Aunt Theresa walked me to security and stopped behind the barrier. “Call me when you land,” she said. “I will.” I passed through security and entered the waiting area alone. Boarding had not started yet, so I found a seat beside the window. Outside, runway lights blinked steadily through the dark. My phone rested in my hand. The number was gone now, disconnected, and Sebastian had no way to call me. Still, I made the mistake of opening an old social media account I had not touched in years. Notifications flooded the screen, but I ignored all of them until I saw the newest message request.

Before I could even speak, a young woman's soft, sweet voice came through the phone. "Donna? The Don is in the shower. He's exhausted." "If you need him, try again tomorrow. I'm hanging up." "Wait, Chloe, let me talk to him… I…" But she hung up before I could finish. I refused to give up. Fighting the pain that threatened to pull me into unconsciousness, I dialed again. This time, I was met with a cold, mechanical tone. Lying on the enormous bed, I gasped in agony. A cold fear of death washed over me as tears slid silently down my face.

Unable to sit still any longer, Phoebe pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she typed: "If you don't come soon, I'm leaving." She clutched her phone tightly, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for a response. One minute. Two minutes… Time seemed to freeze, the screen deathly silent. No reply. Phoebe's heart sank completely. She waited another thirty minutes, each second an agonizing torment. At last, she stood, her expression filled with disappointment and self-mockery. So, it had all been empty words. She had actually believed her.

Is that how all Vampire is? “My dear Phoebe, no matter how they tell you outside, you're still my treasure, I'm always here waiting for you, always will be waiting for you. I'm not as healthy as I used to be, but I'll make a strong base for you. It's just…well nothing, just hope you understand, don't do stupid things just because of those idiots out there, live for yourself.”

I just met my dad, and just like that, he’s gone again. - 3 years later, one year before present time - I got home from work and started to peel potatoes. I had music on full blast from a speaker, playing anything and everything on my playlist. I started to think about having my weekend to myself, it was the first time this summer. Maybe, just maybe, I can work on my truck. Suddenly, my phone ringing disturbed my thoughts. The caller ID read “Mom” with a heart emoji and I smiled, answering the call.

One of them was rushing to get a door open. Belatedly appreciating the spectacle Lorenzo was making of them both, Phoebe groaned out loud. “How am I ever going to work here again after this?” “You won’t…” Phoebe just closed her eyes tight, feeling the cool air of the outdoors chill her burning cheeks. “If I didn't still feel so awful, I'd strangle you!” Unrepentant, Lorenzo put her in the backseat of the waiting limousine and swung in beside her. “We have to wait,” he advanced. “Alessandro is clearing your locker right now.”

My pleas meant nothing to her. With those words, I closed my eyes, waiting for my death. Maybe it was better this way. No one would have to worry about me anymore. Not Beta Silvius and not Alpha Kade. "I cannot wait to end you," Phoebe's threats echoed in my head, jolting me out of my reverie. At once, those hazel eyes shone brightly, pinning me with the most hateful glare that made my heart skip two beats. "Phoebe, please," I clasped my hands together as tears welled up in my eyes.

I said gently, “there’s something you need to know.” Hayden finally spoke. “You’re four weeks pregnant.” Phoebe went still. No tears, no screams—just silence so thick it hurt to breathe. I knelt beside her. “Say something, Phoebs.” Her eyes moved between us, unfocused. Then she took a shaky breath. “I… I don’t know what to do. I’m tired, Phoenix. Please, just let me be alone for a while.” I swallowed hard and nodded. “Alright. We’ll wait outside.”

After going through the crowd, Phoebe sat in her exclusive seat, took a deep breath, slammed the table, and said impatiently, “Serve me my food!” The waiter came out and said with a smile on his face, “I am so sorry, Miss Mars. Our boss is currently not around. It seems that it will be quite a while before he is back. Please wait patiently.” “What? You want me to wait for him?” Phoebe was furious. In Celandine City, there were only others who waited for her. How could there be a scenario where she had to wait for someone else? Even the arrogant Lord Vedastus had to wait for Phoebe in advance and be prepared with all sorts of dishes to appease her. Never once was he negligent.

' Phoebe:' eye candy. Right then the limo comes to a halt. I quickly send them a goodbye text and wait for the driver to open the door.