Revenge Is Sweet

51 - Redamancy

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She's still crying. She's still fucking crying, and I don't know how to stop it.

I gave her what she wanted. She wanted to know who I've loved, so I told her.

Granted, I did yell at her while I said it, so maybe that's why she's still crying.

I drop my shoulders, completely defeated. "Sophia? I'm sorry, honey." I apologize for whatever is making her cry right now.

I had to say it though. She needs to know I trust her enough. I love her too much to let her go just because I don't have the guts to tell her.

Sophia doesn't answer me, so I push off the counter to step closer to her. It's probably a stupid move, but I can't help it. All I want to do is stop her crying.

"Soph?" I mumble, bracing my hands on either side of her. I bend to see her better, she hesitantly looks back at me. "I'm sorry." I repeat, lifting my hand to wipe her cheeks. "Talk to me." I plead.

"I wanted you to love me back." She admits, her voice quivering. "But not like this." She looks down at her lap where she rests her hands, both balled up into fists.

I tilt my head to follow her eyes, trying to see her still. "Love you back?"

"Do you think you love me because of last night?" She slowly looks back at me. "That was just sex, Greyson."

I pull back at that. "Just sex?" I repeat. "That was just sex, Sophia? You didn't..." I trail off and sigh quietly.

It's not the point right now.

"I've known I loved you for a while now." I breathe, keeping the little distance I just put between us. I'm not ready to step away again. "Before we got Clementine." I mutter.

But I've loved her for longer. The first time I saw her, I think I loved her. I just didn't know what to call it.

Sophia stares at me. "You're sure?" She whispers.

"Yes." I huff quietly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She bites her bottom lip while she tries to control her tears. "You've never even in love before." She quietly reasons.

"Have you?"

Sophia frowns. "No.."

"You don't get to tell me how I feel, Sophia." I try to stay soft with her as I lean back in to rest my hands on either side of her. "You have no fucking idea how I feel. I know I'm in love with you."

She frowns deeper even though I'm still speaking soft with her. "What if you're wrong?" She whispers.

"What if you're wrong?" I return. "What if you don't love me next time I leave the house and come home with someone else's blood on me?" I push. "It goes both ways, honey." I shake my head slowly at her with a soft shrug.

Sophia's eyes drop from mine, somewhere around the collar of my shirt. I think it's just so she doesn't have to look at me.

I move one of my hands to grip her chin and lift it back up so she'll look at me. "That wasn't just sex, Sophia. You know damn well it wasn't." My voice hardens. I can't soften it back down.