Not Too Late To Explain

Phoebe tried to compose herself as she hailed a cab and got inside, but the emotions were still overwhelming and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

As the cab made its way back to the hotel, she couldn't help but replay the confrontation in her mind and the pain assaulted her fragile heart, breaking it again into a million pieces.

She had been so excited to attend the Art Gallery although she appeared hesitant at first. She never thought that an exchange of words for less than ten minutes could ruin twenty years of her life.

Finally, the cab pulled up to the hotel, Phoebe wiped away her tears and took a deep breath before stepping out.

She made a beeline straight to the room she shared with Zoe and was greeted by her best friend who immediately noticed that something was wrong.

"Phoebe, what happened?" Zoe asked, concerned.