it was all too much. phoebe was OVERWHELMED by it all and she couldn’t quite process everything since her emotions were EVERYWHERE. but, one thing she knew, was that her BIG SISTER was GONE. she died and left them behind to pick up the pieces of their lives and she was just ------ lost... so, in her time of need, the witch turned to her whitelighter, since he USUALLY had an answer for their problems. raising her hand, it wavers to a point, ❛ no... no, i don’t think you DO, know, leo. she was my BIG SISTER and her death is on us. you can’t POSSIBLY know what that’s like, ❜ she lashes out. sighing out, she brings a tissue up to blot at her eyes, ❛ yeah, well... it’s HARD to talk to someone who won’t even recognize your EXISTENCE. ❜ she was tired. tired of crying, tired of FIGHTING, tired of feeling like she lost TWO SISTERS on that day.