[ her face finally crumples at his reaction.

sophie looks away as though she is seeking to hide it, but she isn't all that effective in her attempt. her arms fold further across her chest, as though she is trying to huge herself, hating the way her eyes feel warm with tears and the way her throat tightens with a lump that's as grievous as it's angry. because she is still so angry at him.

and she has tried to lash out with that anger in many ways, as many she can think of. one would think she'd be empty of it now, but she's not. she always ends up right back where she started, hurt and betrayed and missing him in spite of herself.

what kind of person is she that she can love him still, after everything? ]

Johnny -

[ she's preparing herself to say it. she is forcing herself to say it and really mean it, but they both know better. she doesn't look at him still, but that doesn't make her words any less honest - it just means it's hard. ] What I want is impossible. I can't trust you anymore. I may still love you, but it's not like it was before. It's tainted.

[ all of it. and more importantly: ] I need us both to let go. [ it's not about what she wants anymore. it's about what she knows is best. and that's not each other. ]