[Reading the words makes something twist in her gut, that familiar lance of regret that seems worse for how exhausted and physically raw she feels.
Oddly, it makes her answer that much easier to send.]
I can't watch any of you die, Scott. Let him be angry: you've seen what happens when people I love die.
This is why I broke up with you: because Gerard never would have been able to do what he did to me if he didn't have something to work with in the first place.
Re: text, private
Oddly, it makes her answer that much easier to send.]
I can't watch any of you die, Scott. Let him be angry: you've seen what happens when people I love die.
This is why I broke up with you: because Gerard never would have been able to do what he did to me if he didn't have something to work with in the first place.