Phoebe and Asher have been in love since high school. They were the couple that everyone thought would get married and have kids together. So when they broke up both Asher and Phoebe were inconsolable.
But then Riley walked into Phoebe's life, banda...
Song is "There For You" by Martin Garrix and Troye Sivan (I feel like this is the happy tone that reflects Phoebe's imagination)
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❛Touched my skin and left your mark You know all the words to say Held the strings tied to my heart.❜ - "Hung Up," by Tritonal, Sj, and Emma Gatsby
Five
After a week Phoebe knew it was time to leave this hotel, she was done with hiding. She packed up her things and locked the door behind her, hoping to never have to come back to this room and remember all that she felt.
Her parents welcomed her home with open arms, of course, but Phoebe felt misplaced, like she didn't truly belong in her family home anymore. She figured it was just because everything was the same but all so different. She saw things differently and maybe that was just because she wasn't with Riley anymore and seeing things through her new no-Riley lens took time for her to adjust to. Not only did Phoebe struggle with being home again, she couldn't bare to think about Riley when they should've been on their honeymoon in the glorious Paris, France. She never dared to wonder about the lazy days they would've shared in the apartment Riley rented them, deep into the heart of Paris. She couldn't poison her mind with such torturous thoughts.
She'd had enough of reminiscing and moping; it was time to go back to her life pre-Riley. Pulling out her laptop and her notebook, she began to continue her latest writing project. Ever since she was little she'd wanted to write stories that enchant others and fill them with as much love as they filled her with.
"Riley?" her 9th grade English teacher called out her name, extending the stapled work towards her direction. Phoebe rose from her desk and made her way up to the teacher, nervous as to what she had thought of her work.
"Minor grammatical issues but still, I loved it, Phoebe."
Her class had been assigned a creative writing assessment that following the prompt of 'home'. Phoebe took the work and smiled all the way back to her desk. Phoebe generally did well in her subjects but she always held English in the highest regard, always spending twice the time on her English assessments than any of the others.
She spent the time that the other students were using to collect their pieces to read through the feedback that her teacher had written. She couldn't stop the giddy feeling that consumed her as she thought maybe, just maybe, this could be something that she could see herself doing in the future.
Phoebe hovered her fingers over the keyboard as she waiting for a sentence to strike her brain and drag her back into the story. All she needed was one sentence and the rest would flow after. Phoebe knew her characters inside out and her storyline like the back of her hand. She knew exactly what she was about to write but she just couldn't put it to words. She was blocked. Of course, she thought. Of course, when she needed a distraction most, her writing just wouldn't come out.
