Phoebe bailed. She didn't mean had nothing to do with circumstances or anything,or love. She loved Elisa,she didn't know what had come to her. But she was sure to be unworthy of that type of love. She had had a couple out of fun,she was in a circle,a circle she had well kept Ellisa out of for safety. Elisa deserved better. She deserved somebody who could've made her happy. Not a broken girl like her. Not a girl who wished to hide things from her. She bailed and she wasn't proud of it,nor she thought to be deserving of Elisa calling out at her from behind,asking her to stop and explain. She had responded. She had,really,and she had liked it. Phoebe had loved it,but being afraid or having nothing serious that was all she knew,or life had taught her.

She ran through the rooms,and out of the chalet and into the evening,where the sun was just starting to set.

Elisa was worried. Had she done something wrong?Did Phoebe feel different about it all?Maybe she didn't feel the same. And yet she could be proud she had managed to say it,she was however worried . Phoebe had run out of the room,and as she looked out of the window in the former's room,she realized she had run into the cold evening of Pontebba. And it was pretty cold. So she run downstairs looking for her sisters,to ask them for had become family,they would help each other.

The other three observed her running downstairs,but didn't ask anything about what might have had very well learned to not ask at times,if Phoebe didn't want them to much as Prue might have wanted to,she knew that Elisa would've kept her secrets. She could've pheraps tried to coax it out of Phoebe,but never out of Eli,her partner in crime,her best friend.

They just grabbed their coates and shut the door behind themselves.

Phoebe instead run afar to the road and found herself pretty the evening the village seemed to quiet down,it was peaceful and snow was softly coming was perfect as it shoved her hands in her pockets and kept on kicking the pebbles around,while looking at the sky. The trees were too pretty naked almost like her.

Was she so obvious?

She loved that girl,who was she kidding?

Why had she escaped?

Why did everything have to be dictated by fear? She needed to come back,tell her about her fears,she was no whimp. And if she had said no after that,instead,well she would've accepted it,she would've stood it. It would've been better than this. Her steps faltered,the pebbles stopped rolling,but the hair on her arms went up. She felt a chill running down her spine and looked around. Then everything went black.