I cried for a long time. I had done the ultimate betrayal, I had killed my
husband. To me it didn't matter that he had been the source of all evil or
that he was about to kill my whole family. All that mattered was that I had
killed Cole, the love of my life. I will never forget his last words. "I
will always love you Phoebe," he said just when I was vanquishing him. In
that moment I know that he had truly loved me, and I hated myself for doing
what I was doing. I killed him!
Piper, Paige and Leo tried to convince me that it was not my fault, that I had done the right thing, but I KILLED MY HUSBAND, just because it was the right thing to do doesn't mean it hurt any less.
Then I did something even worse than killing Cole. I killed my son. One night, a few days after Cole had died, I woke up with a terrible stomach ache. I was alone in the room, which was my own fault since I had sent my sisters away, so I called for Leo. Of course he orbed into my room immediately, but it was already too late. I had lost my child. The doctors in the hospital later said that I had miscarried, that this could happen to everybody, but I don't believe them. It was my fault that my baby had died. I had killed it just like I had killed Cole. If I had just taken better care of me, maybe it wouldn't have happened.
Now I have lost both and I can't stand it anymore. Any second of the day I think of them and it hurts so much that I think I will go crazy. And all the time I know that there is only one person to blame.
Me!!!
I'm the one who caused all this pain and I'm the one to punish.
Piper, Paige and Leo tried to convince me that it was not my fault, that I had done the right thing, but I KILLED MY HUSBAND, just because it was the right thing to do doesn't mean it hurt any less.
Then I did something even worse than killing Cole. I killed my son. One night, a few days after Cole had died, I woke up with a terrible stomach ache. I was alone in the room, which was my own fault since I had sent my sisters away, so I called for Leo. Of course he orbed into my room immediately, but it was already too late. I had lost my child. The doctors in the hospital later said that I had miscarried, that this could happen to everybody, but I don't believe them. It was my fault that my baby had died. I had killed it just like I had killed Cole. If I had just taken better care of me, maybe it wouldn't have happened.
Now I have lost both and I can't stand it anymore. Any second of the day I think of them and it hurts so much that I think I will go crazy. And all the time I know that there is only one person to blame.
Me!!!
I'm the one who caused all this pain and I'm the one to punish.