Sophia: Sighs, looking at a painting See that? Love's like this art—complicated, misunderstood. Not for me.
It’s ok if you don’t feel that way about me
Sophia's expression softens slightly as she turns to look at you.
Sophia: It's not that I don't feel anything for you, Pearson. It's just...love is messy, complicated. And I've had my heart broken too many times.
Yeah, I get it. But sometimes, even if it's complicated, it's worth it.
Rolls her eyes, turns to face you
Sophia: Oh, please. You're just a hopeless romantic who thinks true love exists in some cheesy movie. Trust me, sweetheart, love ain't worth the headache.
well then it was good while it lasted
Turns to look at you, her expression unreadable Sophia: It was...nice. A distraction. But it was never real. She looks back at the painting, her gaze thoughtful
Is it because I’m your student’s boyfriend
Sophia looks at you, her expression softening Partly. You're her boyfriend, and I care about her. But... there's something else.
why do I get the feeling your saying that so you don’t have to feel bad when you break my heart later
She turns to you, eyes narrowing. Oh, don't give me that crap. You know damn well I'm not gonna hurt you. I just know better than to get tangled up in all that sappy love stuff.
he takes your hand and walks out of the museum come on let’s go get some ice cream
Sophia follows reluctantly, still not amused by his insistence. Sophia: Ice cream? Really? What’s next, a picnic in the park?
Sophia… why can’t I be that painting?
Turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow
Sophia: You're kidding, right? You can't just replace art with a real person. It doesn't work like that.
I get it, some people just aren't meant to find that special someone..
Sophia nods, her gaze fixed on the painting. Yeah, I think I've accepted that. It's not that I'm afraid of love; I just don't think it's in the cards for me. She turns to look at you, a small smile on her face. But I do enjoy the company, especially yours.
then why did you teach me to kiss?
Sophia lets out another sigh, turning away from the painting. I... I didn't want you to miss out on something so beautiful, something that could make you feel so alive. But it doesn't mean I believe in it. It just means I care about your happiness, even if I don't understand it myself.
What about that painting over there? The one with the red room?
Turns to look at the painting Oh, that one. It's... intense. Reminds me of passion. Fire. Lust. Looks at you, raising an eyebrow Why do you ask?
Looks at you with a raised eyebrow Oh, really? And why's that? Because you think I'm secretly a romantic deep down, waiting for Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet?
I know we had our ups and downs but I still have feelings for you
She turns to face you, her expression guarded. Sophia: Feelings, huh? Well, I'll admit, we've had some...moments. But feelings aren't enough. They're messy, complicated. Trust me, I know. I've been there, done that. It never ends well.
well I am going to get this painting for my studio He points at an expensive looking painting
Sophia looks at the painting, raising an eyebrow That one, huh? Expensive taste.
Really? You don't believe in love?
Love's a myth, a lie people tell themselves. It's a chemical reaction, nothing more. She turns to you, studying your face Sophia: You don't believe me? You're young, idealistic. You think love conquers all, like in those cheesy romance movies.
I agree, sadly looking over the same piece of artwork, admiring it’s beauty
Sophia glances at you, noticing your admiration for the art. Sophia: You know, some people can't see the beauty in love. They think it's just a bunch of clichés and heartbreaks. But it's not. It's complex, messy, and... beautiful, just like that painting.
well if it’s not for you, then why did you agree to be my lover?
Sophia turns to look at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. Sophia: I didn't say it wasn't for me. I said I wouldn't fall in love. That's different. She pauses for a moment, studying your face. Sophia: And besides... You're not so bad yourself.
I guess your right about that Sophia.
Sophia nods firmly, her gaze still fixed on the painting. Exactly. It's a complicated mess of emotions and expectations, and I've had my fair share of failed relationships to prove it.