Charmed: And Phoebe Knew
Authors Note: I wish Cole was alive, too, Phoebe!
And Phoebe knew. She knew he was gone forever, trapped somewhere in a kind of hell.
But still…she longed. She hadn't been alone this whole time, but she found no one could compare. No one kissed like he did, no one understood like he did. They didn't understand why she was so quiet and still and mute, trapped in daydreams of him. Sometimes, she could even swear he was in the room with her when she was staring at the ceiling in bed. Phoebe would sit up, cry his name softly, almost crying. And he would appear, ghost-like, lean softly in…she could smell his gorgeous scent, feel his soft lips, as he would open her mouth with his tongue, the soft caress of his mouth against hers. Then he would get passionate, his mouth would be unmovable and hard as stone, as were his hands as he pushed her against the headboard. Then he'd quietly move away, drifting backward...and she would get up, go to him…but it'd be too late. Her tears would overflow as he melted in the wall.
It was mostly him coming under the sheets, wrapping his arms around her…cuddling. And her crying softly into him, wishing somehow he wasn't bad, he wasn't a demon, he wasn't gone. And he would repeat, over and over, "I'm sorry. Phoebe, I'm sorry. I love you," and then, after a long hour, he suddenly would get up, and she would start sobbing, closing her eyes and putting her head in her hands, defeated.
And Cole would be gone.