"Why don't you just admit you're in love with me, Hamilton?"
The moment the words left his lips, Sapphire felt her throat close. The frustration filling her veins never dwindled, but the venom in her eyes diminished bit by bit with every agonizingly slow moment she stared up at him. An indescribable, incomparable weight crushed her chest making it hard to breathe and her heart to pulse with pain. For a solid minute - though it felt like years, in all honesty - all Sapphire could feel was her demeanor slowly soften. Until a thought occurred to her - an epiphany that only caused her eyes to sting and blood begin to boil once more. Her head slowly shook as she tried her very best to keep back tears.What if he was only looking for a confession? She would never put it past him - not after hearing all of the things he was perfectly capable of saying. He only wanted to win the argument, right? Why else would he say something like that. He was Cormac Hamilton and she was only her. But, dear god above, did she wish the words falling out of his mouth were true. “Don’t say that,” she spat, hand moving to clear her face of the stray hairs. “You can’t - you can’t throw something like that around, Cormac! Life doesn’t work like that.”
She was right. Amidst all the emotions that whir around inside of him - anger (at himself, mostly, but also partly to her for making him feel the way he did), regret (did he really have to go and say something so stupid?), and fear (he could just walk away right now and not have to deal with any of this), to name a few - he had to admit he was right. You couldn’t just throw stuff like that around. He’d have the exact same reaction if the roles were reversed. His throat closed at the very thought. If. As if they’d ever be. As if Maddox could ever have feelings, let alone direct them towards him. This whole blow up was idiotic, and Cormac was hit by the sudden urge to just pretend this had never happened, and let the two of them live their lives separately. It wasn’t as if anything good would come of it. "You don't control what I say, Maddox, " he said as he straightened his back, trying his best to play it off as if it were still a part of their bickering. "But since you didn't have any of your brilliant wisdom to share this time around, I do believe I've won."











