A.N Yeah I know I said I wasn't going to put another chapter up, but I did because I had a little idea for it. This will defiantly be the last chapter because I'm not sure where this would go. By the way I like Coop and Phoebe together, I was just in a very dramatic mood when I wrote this.
Disclaimer I don't own the charmed characters, nor charmed either. But I do own this story so yeah got ya there!
Chapter 2
He knew.
Coop sat on the stool in the kitchen of his and Phoebe apartment, a feeling deep down in his stomach was making him feel slightly uneasy. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, his lips slightly parted let out a sigh. He knew deep down what it was, he just never wanted to admit it. A noise came from their bedroom, his eyes flicked up to see if his wife, the woman he loved more than anything, was coming towards him, her figure walked out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. A smile on her face. The smile that held such a secret that if it was let out could bring the downfall of their trust.
A secret he knew.
He noticed that she walked past him, a quick kiss on the cheek and opened the fridge. His eyes watched her movements as she made her drink; the orange juice skimmed the sides of the glass at it poured from the carton. He played with his hand, as she drunk from the glass in a quick movement. It was almost like the juice was his heart, trying to fill up Phoebe's empty one, but as soon as he filled it she let it go. He was Cupid though, it was obvious why her heart was blocking letting the whole of him in.
And he knew.
Something
was different about her. It was like she had been released from
something she never could have thought she would be free from. His
dry lips found each other and he glanced down at his own cup. Half
filled. Half empty. Just like him. He felt a small hand upon his
large shoulder, he looked up and smiled who the hand led to, and she
smiled back. A smile for him? No. For someone else she held inside?
Yes. Someone as much as she fought to stop loving, to move to the
back of her heart, and forget about never left.
And he knew.
And yet,
it was oh so obvious who that special someone was. He could just
never bring himself round to confront her about it. What would be the
point? It would end in a row over trust. He did trust her, he knew
she would never cheat, but wasn't holding out your heart for a
person who was never going to come being a cheater anyway? He felt
her put her arms around him from behind, push herself close to him.
He listened to the whispers she spoke into his ear, saying she loved
him and that she couldn't live without him. It wasn't lies, he knew
that. She did love him, but sometimes love wasn't the answer to the
problem she was dealing with deep within herself.
And he
knew.
Hell. He was Cupid; he had the power to see what somebody
wanted. What they needed. And he had done it to Phoebe; she had given
consent of course. It was after they got married, he had asked her to
see inside her heart. To see what she honestly desired. And he did.
The outcome wasn't what he had hoped for. She wanted a little bit of
excitement, a man who had danger in his veins and love in his heart,
a man who would kill just to spend a second with her. A man that
would keep her on her toes, and would break all rules there were just
to brush a finger over her lips. A man he wasn't.
And he knew.
He lied about what he saw though, they both knew that but they loved one another to overcome it. He did love her, more than she loved him probably, but day by day she was starting to open up more. He understood though why she was with him. She loved him with all her heart, but she had seen a child in her future and without a husband, a man by her side, she would never have the child she foresaw. Coop was that man. He was Loyal, dependable, good-looking and amazing, everything a woman desired. Except her. She had stopped looking for anyone else; she needed a man to hold her in his arms at night, to tell her that he loved her. Coop was the man she had chosen, maybe she settled to quickly maybe she didn't but she was with Coop.
And he knew.
It wasn't
him she wanted though. He wasn't dark, mysterious, dangerous or
rugged. He was Cupid, he knew what love meant. Well he was supposed
to know, it never turned out that way. He knew what Phoebe wanted,
and he had tried. God had he tried to be everything she wanted, but
he could never measure up to her "One True Love". The man that
had affected her in so many ways, he had hurt her but he had loved
her with a love that nothing could break and nothing would. Not even
death. She was never going to have that love again. She had Coop's
love, even if that would never be enough.
And he knew.
It wasn't that hard to see really. She still loved him, maybe not head over heals anymore, but there was still love. She didn't know it, but he would see her sometimes, looking at a picture of her and Cole. He watched how she sometimes would trail her finger over the figures on the picture. How her pained expression grew to that of sorrow…regret. He wasn't her true love, and that was obvious. They would grow old together, have kids, grandkids and yet he would still never be her true love, because that place in her heart was already taken.
And he knew.
He knew
with every fibre of his being. He knew it before he fell asleep at
night. He knew when he was with Phoebe, that he would never fill her
heart with the passion and desire Cole did. He knew that when she
whispered "I love you" in her sleep the person it was targeted at
wasn't always him. He knew that when she closed her arms around him,
pulling him closer, pushing her lips against his that it wasn't him
she wanted deep, deep down. But he dealt with it. He ignored it.
Simply because he loved her, and even if that love was returned to
the level it was given, he didn't care. He had Phoebe, not Cole. Cole
would never have her again. The only place Cole could ever touch
Phoebe would be in her dreams, at night when all was quiet and Phoebe
was away in her dream world. He knew he would come to her, maybe not
all the time, maybe not every night, but when she was upset or
feeling alone, he knew Cole would be the one Phoebe wanted to cling
onto for support.
He knew.
A.N Wow. Very repetitive I know and short lol, but this was just something that popped into my head randomly and I decided to write it down. So? What did you think? Don't be too harsh.
