double update bc i slacked off and i lub you guise <3
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Phoebe woke up that day like any other day; disappointed and sad. She doesn't remember Luke, or Michael, or Calum, or God. She doesn't remember that she's been to the Eiffel Tower with a boy with blue eyes and dimples deeper than the Pacific Ocean. She doesn't remember the red haired angel that admitted his feelings for her, or God taking the form of Morgan Freeman. She doesn't remember anything at all.
Oh, does Luke wishes that he too could wake up with amnesia; to forget about the stupid little things and the memories he can never escape. Because in all honesty, he's not really fine at all.
"Phoebe, wake up! You're supposed to drive your brother to school today!"
"Coming, mom!" She groaned. How she wished this day would end soon. But she noticed, how unusually empty her room felt. Nothing was out of place, or missing, but it just felt empty all on its own. She got up and did her routine and was out the door in ten minutes with her brother right behind her.
"Can't believe you woke up late on the day of my recitals!"
"Honestly, Dan, shut up."
"Whatever! We're picking up Phil too, okay?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, now carry on! Let's go!"
Phoebe did as she was told and drove to Phil to pick him up and drop them both to school. She liked Phil, and she wonders why Phil's kindness didn't rub on her snotty little brother. Maybe because his brother was the work of the devil, she joked. After she dropped them both to school, she too went to the university, just a 10 minute drive from her brother's school. Let Hell begin, she thought.
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so yaah it's short i know.
but there's like 3 chapters left and i want to prolong this as much as i can bc wow this was one my favorite fics to write of all the fandoms i've been in.
I honestly thought that I was already good enough but then I joined the fam and everything went down the drain like holy shit you guys are like goals and i'm just here a lonely lone writer writing in the darkness. But anyway its a good thing because it pushes me to write even better and develop my writing skills more.
okay enough of that :)
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Fallen // L.H.
FanfictionAnd God said, "You see Phoebe, when it comes to love, physical strength doesn't matter. What matters is how much are you willing to fight for it. It doesn't matter if you can't fight a demon or rip an angel's wings off, what matters is that you're n...
