She couldn't speak, her words that she wanted to say prevailing her, not emerging from between her pouted, made-up lips. Cole shook his head, looking down, knowing his actions and words were wasted. "You know what? I-I'm sorry. You've got a date, so go back out there. I shouldn-"
"No."
He glanced up, and Phoebe met his stare with her own brown eyes. She sighed, walking over to the chair her older sister often sat in, as she and Cole were situated in the manager's office of P3. Seating herself down, she felt her slightly-revealing crimson red top crumpled against the back of the chair. Cole watched her, confused, as his eyes greeted the Spanish-flared skirt she had been wearing, as it gently touched and tickled her knees. "I bought you that."
Phoebe nodded solemnly, but turned away, trying to figure things out. She hated this man, wanted to kill him, even, but somehow, her previous feelings returned, and an enormous power of passion made her stay in that room. What the hell was Cole playing at?
Was this one of his mind games?
"Cole...why are you...why are you still doing this? We're free, we're divorced-"
"We belong together."
"No...no, don't you even think about saying that," she let out a nervous, bitter laugh, "y'know, I sometimes wish that we could go back to the way things were. You, the old, ADA Cole. Me, college student. When we first met..." her eyes trailed to the floor, as she remembered, "but then I forget that you were evil, then."
"I'm not now!"
"You're evil, Cole. You always have been. And, and I know, I know that you're trying to be good, by rescuing all these people from fires and buildings and things, but...there's still evil inside you. There's still that part of you that will kill someone if you don't get your way, someone who is an innocent. And it's our job- mine, Piper's, Paige's- to protect our innocents. Even if we do vanquish-"
"Me?"
"Cole..."
"Phoebe, y-you can't...I mean, you still love me, right? I still love you, and I won't be evil, I swear I won't. Please," he grabbed her manicured hand. Phoebe felt compelled to walk away, but his touch was as the same when he first touched her hand, "just give me a chance. I'll prove that I'm good. I'll prove that you still love me."
"No."
He glanced up, and Phoebe met his stare with her own brown eyes. She sighed, walking over to the chair her older sister often sat in, as she and Cole were situated in the manager's office of P3. Seating herself down, she felt her slightly-revealing crimson red top crumpled against the back of the chair. Cole watched her, confused, as his eyes greeted the Spanish-flared skirt she had been wearing, as it gently touched and tickled her knees. "I bought you that."
Phoebe nodded solemnly, but turned away, trying to figure things out. She hated this man, wanted to kill him, even, but somehow, her previous feelings returned, and an enormous power of passion made her stay in that room. What the hell was Cole playing at?
Was this one of his mind games?
"Cole...why are you...why are you still doing this? We're free, we're divorced-"
"We belong together."
"No...no, don't you even think about saying that," she let out a nervous, bitter laugh, "y'know, I sometimes wish that we could go back to the way things were. You, the old, ADA Cole. Me, college student. When we first met..." her eyes trailed to the floor, as she remembered, "but then I forget that you were evil, then."
"I'm not now!"
"You're evil, Cole. You always have been. And, and I know, I know that you're trying to be good, by rescuing all these people from fires and buildings and things, but...there's still evil inside you. There's still that part of you that will kill someone if you don't get your way, someone who is an innocent. And it's our job- mine, Piper's, Paige's- to protect our innocents. Even if we do vanquish-"
"Me?"
"Cole..."
"Phoebe, y-you can't...I mean, you still love me, right? I still love you, and I won't be evil, I swear I won't. Please," he grabbed her manicured hand. Phoebe felt compelled to walk away, but his touch was as the same when he first touched her hand, "just give me a chance. I'll prove that I'm good. I'll prove that you still love me."