Part 3 of

Better Safe Then Sorry

"Well, there is one thing...", Phoebe began, but quickly stopped.

Growing impatient, Cole urged her to continue. "And... Go on."

"Really though, it's not that big of a deal. I guess I just wonder what it would have been like if I were here when the whole Shax thing happened. I don't regret saving you, I really don't. I just, sometimes, thing that it's my fault that Prue is dead. I guess.", she finished.

"Phoebe, you don't really think that, do you? She was meant to die. It was her time- just ask The Angel of Death. There was nothing you could of done to save her. It was not your fault! Why am I telling you this? Your dreams won't stop until you tell yourself this. You need to believe it, Phoebe. And you know that it was not your fault."

"I should of been here. I shouldn't have put my priorities that way. It should have gone demons, then you. No offense."

"A little taken. But I know what you mean."

"Cole, I love you. You know I do. But I just can't discuss this right now. With you, anyway. I don't want to hurt you and I feel like telling you all of this will hurt you. You understand, right?"

"Yeah... Of course, I do. As long as you are saying to someone or yourself, it's fine. Hold on a sec... I'll be right back." Cole left the room and came back a minute later. He handed a book to Phoebe. "It's a diary. You can write down all your feelings in it and maybe you'll feel better. I was going to give it to my sister whenever I found her, but you need it now."

"You have a sister?"", Phoebe asked.

"Yeah. I haven't spoken to her in years, though.", Cole answered. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything." True to his word, he left the room so she could be alone.

Phoebe opened the diary. It seemed like just a plain book from the outside; bound together by black leather with a gold inscription that said "Dear Diary" in cursive. On the inside left corner of the cover, it had a picture of Cole and some girl whom she guessed to be his sister. Pretty, she thought. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Nothing like Cole. She guessed that his sister looked more like their mother then their father. But then, the preminition she had wasn't exactly the best to go by. She took out the pen that she found in a pocket of it and started writing on the burnt pages....