Flint
For everything I know about her, there are a thousand things I don’t. I don’t know why she lives with her father. I don’t know what her sister “put up with” so that she wouldn’t have to, though I certainly have an idea of it. I don’t know as much as I’d like to about this famous, yet mysterious, boyfriend of hers. All I know of Fallon Mercury is what she has told me—that, and what I can make of her.
The more time I spend with her, the more I make of her.
She’s incredibly smart, for one thing. When she speaks, I notice the same qualities in her that I see in Lacey in class—brilliance, eloquence, and fluidity, but sadness. Every word she speaks, she speaks for a reason, and every reason seems to hit me closer and closer to home.
She’s beautiful. I can barely stand how beautiful
