"Why don't you just admit you're in love with me, Hamilton?"
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 couldnât just throw stuff like that around. Heâd have the exact same reaction if the roles were reversed. His throat closed at the very thought. If. As if theyâd 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 wasnât as if anything good would come of it. âYou donât control what I say, Maddox, â he said as he straightened his back, trying his best to play it off as if it were still a part of their bickering. âBut since you didnât have any of your brilliant wisdom to share this time around, I do believe Iâve won.â
A short, but loud, scoff escaped her lips upon hearing what Cormac Hamilton had to say in response to her outburst (which she had rightfully conducted, might she add). "Obviously," her words continued to leave a bitter taste on her tongue (and hopefully his), if not only to mask the confusion and hurt she was feeling after his supposed confession. "Every word out of your mouth is illy placed and completely ridiculous!" However, his next set of words hit her harder than she expected and much harder than she had prepared herself for. In a matter of moments, she could feel her heart in her throat and her chest and her toes all at the same time. The corner of her eyes stung and her hands buzzed. "That's not fair." Her stature (and very possibly the brick wall that she supposedly encased her heart in) began to crumble. If Cormac were to listen closely, he may even catch the tremble in her voice. "You can't throw something like that in another's face and expect win. You can't emotionally manipulate someone in such a way and use it as a war strategy!" Now, if he were to look closely, he would be able to see her eyes pooling. "That's not how it works."












