Falling probably wasn’t the right word to describe it.
It was like I was stationary, actually, and everything was zooming past me. Years of incidents, information, relationships—I could see everything from the perspective of Mari Kim.
The neglect of her mother.
The love of her grandparents.
The friends who knew her well.
The librarian that cheered her on.
And the boy she was in love with.
Charles Evans was so deeply intertwined in her memories—they’d been neighbors their entire lives, you know. Grew up going to the same school, often snuck over to each other’s houses as children, and started sneaking across the way as teens—it was sweet, almost poetic in a way.
And the love for him, the feelings she had only deepened.
They lost their virginity
