She's leaving me!Leaving? She's been waiting for you to get your shit together.I step into him. That Hunter bastard is offering her the world! What do I got to give? Nothing. I've got nothing.Isaiah slams his finger into my biceps. She looks at you like you're the whole universe! I'd kill to have a sliver with Beth of what you have with Echo. Wake the f*ck up!I pound my hand to my chest, mimicking the pain slicing it. Echo's leaving me.No, man. You're the one leaving her, he seethes. Get it together or she will walk.
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In a heated exchange, the protagonist grapples with the fear of losing his love, Echo, as he confronts his friend Isaiah about the potential loss. He feels inadequate compared to Hunter, who seems to promise Echo the world, while he believes he has nothing to offer. This sense of despair clouds his judgment, making him think that Echo is choosing to leave him. Isaiah, however, challenges this notion, emphasizing that Echo sees him as her everything and urges him to realize the gravity of the situation.

Isaiah's passionate words serve as a wake-up call, revealing that it is not Echo who is abandoning him but rather his own actions that could lead to her departure. Isaiah's insistence on the bond the protagonist shares with Echo highlights the importance of recognizing and nurturing that connection. Ultimately, the conversation pushes him to confront the reality of his relationship, encouraging him to take responsibility for his feelings and actions before it's too late.

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