PHOEBE

The sound of the birds chirping in the distance, announced the break of morning.

Stirring in bed, Phoebe sat up, rubbing her eyes and adjusting to her surroundings.

It was 6am, and she barely got enough sleep, her mind was invaded by thoughts of Seth and his welfare, ridding me of all the sleep I tried to get.

She doubted if he was given anything for dinner, she mused to herself, throwing the duvet off her body and springing out of the bed.

Heading straight for the bathroom, she took the time to carefully strip herself of all clothing before getting under the shower, letting the water run over her body as though in an attempt to wash away the guilt that had consumed her all through the night.

He should not be there in our place.

“But he willingly volunteered to, didn't he?” her grandma's voice sounds in my head, contradicting her entire thought process.

“I will find a way to get him out of there,” she declares solemnly, drying her body with the towel and applying lotion all o
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