**Enjoy the story. The beginning might confuse you but it'll all make sense**
**If you were reading my other fic I will not be finishing. Personal reasons... sorry**
"Cole!" Phoebe Yelled.
But it was too late. He was gone. Shimmering away into thin air. She tried and tried to plead with him. Tell him that she was sorry. That it was all a mistake but he wouldn't listen he wasn't there to listen. How many times had she forgiven him? And just this once Phoebe needed some one to forgive her. To hold her. To comfort her. To help her.
It wasn't even her fault. She didn't know what was happening she just knew that ever one in her life hated her.
Those people were gone now. How could he do this? Leave her a lone when she felt so bad. Her insides felt like they were being torn apart. It hurt so much to have your whole family abandon you. Phoebe threw a coat over her shoulder and headed to her room. The power of three was gone and San Francisco held too many bad memories for her.