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MORE FIGHTS OR WE WALKING AWAY?

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PHOEBE'S POV.

I looked up from my lying place on the bed towards the door and as expected, my Mom leaned in the doorway, gazing down at me. Yearning, I turned around so that I was lying on my back now, facing her properly.

"Breakfast has been ready for about two hours now. When are you coming down for breakfast?"

I reached for my phone from under the pillow and turned it on, it was 17 minutes to 12. I yearned again and sat up.

"Soon..."

Then fell back on my pillows. 30 seconds later I looked up to find her still standing there with a displeased look on her face.

"What is it Mooom..."

"You know what it is. Why have you decided to drown yourself in pain? For a week now you have been a shadow of yourself, barely existing. You don't eat, you don't talk and you don't come out. You think wallowing in self pity and dejection is the solution to your problems? "