Phoebe's tears were still running down her cheeks. Since days she couldn't stop crying and that hadn't changed when she had left the Manor. She had walked around for a long while unsure of what to do. But in the end she had ended up at the cemetery, near to the chapel where she had married Cole.

Phoebe had been sitting on the ground for a while unaware of the cold and dump air; not even recognizing that she was shaking and that her hands were red by the cold. She didn't even realize when she lifted the knife and held it high into the night sky.

"Soon we will be back together Cole." Phoebe murmured than she brought the knife down on herself.