Genesis
She said it so softly, so faintly, I almost missed what she said, the name a whisper on the air.
A sudden, fierce urgency seized me. I forced my battered body up, every muscle screaming in protest, taking steps in the direction of the door, needing to see him, to understand. But she stopped me, her hand gripping my arm, her touch surprisingly strong. "Gen, wait. Think about what you're doing. First of all, he has no idea who you are." Her words were blunt, undeniably true, a cold splash of reality. "Secondly, look at you. You look like you've been to hell and back." I looked down at my blood-stained clothing, ripped and torn, the grim evidence of my battle, and realized she was right. There