[Pyrrha could only watch in stark horror as it happened, right in front of everyone... not even Hamilton's death was this vicious.
But suddenly, Max is gone. Pyrrha was too frozen to stop her, shit. But she's quickly racing after her, only to stumble to a stop as she reaches the door to Max's room.
What should she do? What can she do? No matter what, she knows she has to.]
...Max. [She calls quietly, hands pressed to the wood of the door.] I... I know how you feel. I know about... this.
[Slowly, she presses her forehead to the door.]
...I'm here, if you want to talk. I'm here for you, Max.
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But suddenly, Max is gone. Pyrrha was too frozen to stop her, shit. But she's quickly racing after her, only to stumble to a stop as she reaches the door to Max's room.
What should she do? What can she do? No matter what, she knows she has to.]
...Max. [She calls quietly, hands pressed to the wood of the door.] I... I know how you feel. I know about... this.
[Slowly, she presses her forehead to the door.]
...I'm here, if you want to talk. I'm here for you, Max.
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Why did it have to be a fucking gun?
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[and she wanted to set an example.]
Chloe didn't deserve that. Rox was antagonizing her... all of them.
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[ Max takes a second to cry more. ]
Who the fuck else has to watch the girl they're in love with get shot to death three times inside of three months?