Truth Out Of Darkness
"So, did you talk to Phillip?" Brady asked.
"Yes and no. Yes, we talked but it was nothing new. Phillip's very sorry, he wants me back, blah blah blah." Chloe rolled her eyes. They were in the Black penthouse. Marlena and John were at work and Belle was at Shawn's house studying (well, making out.) Chloe had called Brady wanting to talk, so he invited her over.
"Chloe, what are you doing?" he sighed in exasperation. They always seemed to be having this conversation, but to no avail. Chloe wouldn't do anything about Phillip, and Brady couldn't, wouldn't reveal his feelings for her until she did. "I just don't know why you can't let him go. He isn't right for you. You're not right for him."
"It's not like we're still together. We did break up."
"You didn't break up. You just stopped seeing him."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes, there was no end to the relationship, no resolution. It just stopped. Phillip still thinks he has a chance with you. And it's obvious to me that he still has a hold on you. You're both caught in some kind of relationship limbo, not knowing where you stand."
Chloe turned away from him. She crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm just so confused. I don't know how I feel about Phillip,…or anything."
Brady pulled her around to face him, and brought her face down to his. "Look at me Chloe. It's really very simple. Do you love him?" he asked gently.
"I…I don't know." she stammered, avoiding his gaze.
"Look at me. Do you love him?"
She looked in his eyes, and saw her reflection. She saw in his soul a mirror of her own.
"No," she said softly. "No, I don't love him."
"So, did you talk to Phillip?" Brady asked.
"Yes and no. Yes, we talked but it was nothing new. Phillip's very sorry, he wants me back, blah blah blah." Chloe rolled her eyes. They were in the Black penthouse. Marlena and John were at work and Belle was at Shawn's house studying (well, making out.) Chloe had called Brady wanting to talk, so he invited her over.
"Chloe, what are you doing?" he sighed in exasperation. They always seemed to be having this conversation, but to no avail. Chloe wouldn't do anything about Phillip, and Brady couldn't, wouldn't reveal his feelings for her until she did. "I just don't know why you can't let him go. He isn't right for you. You're not right for him."
"It's not like we're still together. We did break up."
"You didn't break up. You just stopped seeing him."
"There's a difference?"
"Yes, there was no end to the relationship, no resolution. It just stopped. Phillip still thinks he has a chance with you. And it's obvious to me that he still has a hold on you. You're both caught in some kind of relationship limbo, not knowing where you stand."
Chloe turned away from him. She crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm just so confused. I don't know how I feel about Phillip,…or anything."
Brady pulled her around to face him, and brought her face down to his. "Look at me Chloe. It's really very simple. Do you love him?" he asked gently.
"I…I don't know." she stammered, avoiding his gaze.
"Look at me. Do you love him?"
She looked in his eyes, and saw her reflection. She saw in his soul a mirror of her own.
"No," she said softly. "No, I don't love him."