No.

[ Clarisse feels lightheaded, like she can't catch her breath, like she's dissolving from the inside out. She pulls her hand out of Abby's, yanks it hard without giving thought to whether or not it might hurt her; maybe part of her wants to hurt Abby a little bit, snap her out of this. She hates the way Abby's barely looking at her and the way she seems to have just accepted this, like it's fine, like Clarisse could just go with her. ]

No. [ She repeats it, more insistent, her voice rough with an anguish that can only come out as anger. She can't. She can't. She can't. She chose to come here; they all chose to come here. What is she supposed to do? Leave Bella here alone? Not even say goodbye? ]

How could you ask me to do this? [ Even if Abby only wants her to go to the beach and watch her walk into the ocean, how could she—? Clarisse's chest is heaving like she's about to sob, but she can't. She can't. ] How can you do this to me? You decided to come here and now you just—you back out like some kind of fucking coward? You just leave?