Twosday: A Stick and a Stone
Tell us about two times you hurt somebody: one time you meant to, and one time you didn't.
She couldn't get the image out of her head, and yes, she could fully admit she didn't want to. Who had she heard about it from? Kaitlyn, his assistant. "I was bringing him the authentication forms for the Minos exhibit, and the door was ajar. I saw him kissing someone." The young woman, who Prue had always liked in a distant way, crossed her arms and then looked Prue in the eye. "I'm ninety percent sure it was your sister."
She'd been a complete storm front in the wake of the relevation, rebuffing not only any attempt Phoebe made to explain, but also the efforts of Grams and Piper to soothe her temper and get her to breathe. She'd only listened to him, and his assurances that Phoebe had come on to him. She believed him, and the idea that their relationship trumped whatever was left of her relationship with her little sister, to the extent that she sat with him at Grams' funeral. Him, and not her own sisters.
There were a lot of reasons Phoebe left for New York. But the raw pain and fury of being passed over by your own sister, one of only two people you really had in the world, for a lying, cheating bastard? That shoved her out the door.
She hurt them both during that period, actually, but she never consciously wanted to hurt Piper. It was cowardice that made her hide behind the excuse of (what else) spending time with Roger the night after her own grandmother's funeral. She knew full well that Piper was taking the loss especially hard. That it was damn unfair to leave her all the loose ends to tie up -- what scared Piper most was that they were on their own now, after all; Prue only reinforced the message by walking away that night.
But she just couldn't deal. She didn't want to revisit memories of Grams or their mother any more than she absolutely had to, and she didn't want to comfort and help Piper dot the Is and cross the Ts, not then, when the Manor-based chapter of her life was on the verge of closing for good. It was just time to move on. So she did, into the last days and weeks of a doomed relationship with a man who didn't really need or want her. Who eventually let slip, in his own smoothly bumbling way, that Phoebe hadn't been the only one, or, well, the one, at fault.
She couldn't get the image out of her head, and yes, she could fully admit she didn't want to. Who had she heard about it from? Kaitlyn, his assistant. "I was bringing him the authentication forms for the Minos exhibit, and the door was ajar. I saw him kissing someone." The young woman, who Prue had always liked in a distant way, crossed her arms and then looked Prue in the eye. "I'm ninety percent sure it was your sister."
She'd been a complete storm front in the wake of the relevation, rebuffing not only any attempt Phoebe made to explain, but also the efforts of Grams and Piper to soothe her temper and get her to breathe. She'd only listened to him, and his assurances that Phoebe had come on to him. She believed him, and the idea that their relationship trumped whatever was left of her relationship with her little sister, to the extent that she sat with him at Grams' funeral. Him, and not her own sisters.
There were a lot of reasons Phoebe left for New York. But the raw pain and fury of being passed over by your own sister, one of only two people you really had in the world, for a lying, cheating bastard? That shoved her out the door.
She hurt them both during that period, actually, but she never consciously wanted to hurt Piper. It was cowardice that made her hide behind the excuse of (what else) spending time with Roger the night after her own grandmother's funeral. She knew full well that Piper was taking the loss especially hard. That it was damn unfair to leave her all the loose ends to tie up -- what scared Piper most was that they were on their own now, after all; Prue only reinforced the message by walking away that night.
But she just couldn't deal. She didn't want to revisit memories of Grams or their mother any more than she absolutely had to, and she didn't want to comfort and help Piper dot the Is and cross the Ts, not then, when the Manor-based chapter of her life was on the verge of closing for good. It was just time to move on. So she did, into the last days and weeks of a doomed relationship with a man who didn't really need or want her. Who eventually let slip, in his own smoothly bumbling way, that Phoebe hadn't been the only one, or, well, the one, at fault.