The Boys Of Echo Beach Vol. 2

Time Pushed Me To The Edge, The Jump Was My Decision

A couple days after the funeral, Georgia was sat on the side of the pool cooling her feet in the refreshing water. She was thinking about everything. About how she thought this summer was going to be different, how so much had changed within a matter of days, how she'd already experienced too much death in her so far short life. Technically the first one was just as right as the rest of them, this summer had been different. However, instead of her possibly finding love and having fun the entire time she actually found someone that probably hated her guts and everyone was feeling anything but stellar right now. Georgia had her back to the house so she couldn't see who it was walking towards her when she heard their footsteps. She turned her head slightly when the person began sitting down next to her and also dropping their feet into the pool, Georgia smiling when she saw that is was her dad.

"Hey kiddo" said Dean, smiling comfortingly.

"Hey" replied Georgia, looking back towards the pool.

"You alright?" Asked Dean, wanting to know whether or not he should be concerned.

"Yeah, I just... I don't know what to do" answered Georgia, sighing.

"About what?" Said Dean, listening.

"About Drew" replied Georgia, glancing at him quickly. "He hasn't spoken to or messaged anyone since before the funeral."

"And you want to know how he's doing" said Dean, Georgia nodding a little. "Maybe he just needs some alone time. You know, some space to properly grieve."

"Maybe... but this is a massive loss and going through all those emotions entirely on your own can't be good" replied Georgia, biting her lip. "Sometimes it can be even more damaging than the actual death."

"It's a difficult situation... wanting to help but not wanting them to resent you for getting in their way when they needed time" said Dean, thinking. "When someone close to you who usually helps keep the bad things out suddenly isn't there anymore, there's just this empty space that slowly begins to get filled with said bad things seeing a way in. Grieving is good, it's just all the love you had for this person trying to find somewhere else to go... but it's also powerful and when you let it start to consume you... the soul rotting darkness that hides with grieving wins."

"I don't know... maybe you're right" replied Georgia, shaking her head. "Perhaps I should just leave Drew alone until he's ready and then he can come and talk to us."

"Under different circumstances I'd normally agree, however, given everything I've heard about Drew's remaining family, it probably isn't best to constantly be surrounded by all that toxicity" said Dean. "Drew needs his friends right now, to him... they're probably more of a family."

"What if I do this though and it screws everything up?" Questioned Georgia, worried.

"Think about what you didn't know you needed when your mum died" responded Dean. "At first Drew might hate this, but then all you have to do is convince him it's what he needs."

"And what if he doesn't listen?" Said Georgia, swallowing hard.

"You flood my soul with the gentlest sunshine I have honestly ever known" replied Dean, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the top of her head. "If you do that for me... then I'm sure you can do it for anyone else as well."

"I'm going to find Connor and then we're going to go to Drew's house" said Georgia, deciding.

"I'm proud of you" replied Dean, squeezing her tight before she stood up.

"I'll see you later" said Georgia, beginning to head inside.

"Take as long as he needs" replied Dean, waving as he remembered how he'd felt when Margot had past on. Drew needed this and Dean knew Georgia would be able to reach him.