The 'Talk'

Regret couldn't have hit harder in the face even if it came barreling in as a train. 

Amelia's got me pinned, pincered, cornered, and along with every other euphemism to eloquently describe my being fucked in this argument.

"What's this? What is this silence I hear now?" Amelia asked me, probing and poking, growing more infuriating with every word. "Is this hesitance? Reluctance? But just why is that? You do love my sister, don't you?" 

"Course I do…" I muttered.

"Then prove it," She leaned in, the stark black of her eyes wholly meeting mine. "Do it."

For a moment it held, for a second my gaze remained raised… and then it fell.

I backed away a step. "It's… it's not that simple."