“What if she killed Casey? Huh!” I asked irately. “None of it fucking matters!” I was so heartbroken and frustrated that I flipped the table over, and then I kicked it so hard it scooted a couple feet across the concrete. “It doesn’t matter!” I shouted desperately, slamming my hands down on the table. “Genevieve, you love her,” he insisted sternly. She’s better off.” I’d hurt her too badly this time. “I can’t,” I whispered, glancing to where Echo was disappearing. “Go after her,” he said, leaning forward urgently. I couldn’t handle anybody saying anything to me right now. “Don’t,” I pleaded, feeling another hot tear fall down my cheek. “Gen,” Blake started as Echo walked away, and when I looked at him he had water in his eyes too. It’s basically Gen POV right after Echo walks away. And omg wait! i just responded to an anon and said I didn’t think i had any more from that exact storyline, but I just checked my drafts document and I actually do! (sorry other anon! lol).
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