She could feel his hand shaking, hear the bitterness and sadness in his voice, and she wished there was a way she could take it all away. She wished she could turn back time or pluck out the bad memories; something, anything to make him believe in himself again.
“Other people are wrong,” she said, resolutely. She could have said that she didn’t care what other people thought, but saying that made it seem like there was some truth to what they said, and she would never believe that. She didn’t care what they thought, but she also thought they were wrong.
Pushing herself up, she maneuvered herself around and slung one knee over his to straddle his lap. Bringing her hands up to either side of his face, she held him firmly there and met his eyes in an intense gaze.
“Maybe genes have some impact, but mostly people use them as excuses when they fail,” she said. “You are better than that, Clint. Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve worked for and become. You are so much better than he ever even had potential to be, and you will never be him. You are too good, right here,” she moved one hand down to cover his heart once she was sure he wouldn’t look away. “Right where it matters. That is who you are. You are good, kind, compassionate. You take a chance on people, you help people, and I know you would do anything for me.” There was emotions creeping into her voice now that she didn’t even try to conceal. He needed to hear them, and maybe she needed to let them out. “You know I don’t love easily, you know I could not fall for just anyone, but I love you and you are everything to me.”
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“Other people are wrong,” she said, resolutely. She could have said that she didn’t care what other people thought, but saying that made it seem like there was some truth to what they said, and she would never believe that. She didn’t care what they thought, but she also thought they were wrong.
Pushing herself up, she maneuvered herself around and slung one knee over his to straddle his lap. Bringing her hands up to either side of his face, she held him firmly there and met his eyes in an intense gaze.
“Maybe genes have some impact, but mostly people use them as excuses when they fail,” she said. “You are better than that, Clint. Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve worked for and become. You are so much better than he ever even had potential to be, and you will never be him. You are too good, right here,” she moved one hand down to cover his heart once she was sure he wouldn’t look away. “Right where it matters. That is who you are. You are good, kind, compassionate. You take a chance on people, you help people, and I know you would do anything for me.” There was emotions creeping into her voice now that she didn’t even try to conceal. He needed to hear them, and maybe she needed to let them out. “You know I don’t love easily, you know I could not fall for just anyone, but I love you and you are everything to me.”