Vista clenched her fists.
Sophia went on, “Think about it, every time you got just a little turned on while you looked at him? Every time you crushed on him? He felt it, forced himself to smile and play nice even as you totally repulsed him, because he was that kind of guy.
You know he was that kind of guy.”
Uurgh.
“I loved him,” Vista spoke. The first time she’d spoken the words aloud. Why did it have to be to Sophia? Why couldn’t she have said it to Gallant, before he passed? “There’s nothing gross about love.”
It really does sound like it was closer to that than the sexual “prepubescent lust” Sophia is talking about.
I mean, “lovesick infatuation” I can admit seems fitting, but this really doesn’t seem to have been about lust.
“You don’t know what love is, little one,” Sophia’s condescending tone rang across the room, “It was a first crush, a little infatuation. Real love is what he had with Glory Girl… that long-term bond that survived through a dozen really nasty fights, and brought them back together again and again.
Perhaps… though why did they even have that many fights in the first place, anyway?
A schoolgirl crush is easy. Real love is hard, something tempered and enduring.”
…I hate that I can’t argue with her here.
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