Not quite the same thing but:
When I was 14 my dad divorced my mom and we were living in a small house kinda far from the city we used to live in. Kinda quiet, small town rural feel. Anyway, one day we heard screaming and crying coming from down the alley that runs behind the houses. I went...
Phoe's arc in this was predictably shallow but As a whole so much stuff was happening that I am ok with it. Phoe is needed and we all knew that big bad shewolf was going to swoop in and save the day. I found it satisfying nonetheless.
Not sure I should be reading this tbh. It resonates with me a little too much. I used to stand on the guard rail of the bridge by my house watching the traffic below. You can hear a little voice telling you to jump sometimes. Some days it is real hard to ignore.