Days Like Masquerades

I bury my face in my hands. Kendall rubs my back, silent. "Everything's gone," I say quietly. "Everything. My clothes, my old notebooks, my posters..."

"It'll be like a clean slate. You can start over," he replies, the blue hue of the pool reflecting across his face.

"Don't you get it? I don't want to start over!" I stand up. He steps towards me, but I push him away. "I just want to be me! I just want to be Genevieve Caulfield!"

Kendall stares at me. We're silent for a while.

"You don't have to be anything you don't want to be," he says, holding out a hand. "You can be whoever you want. But you have to ask yourself the question: Who is Genevieve Caulfield?"

Genevieve Caulfield doesn't exist.

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