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There are things at play I can't explain. Things are in motion that don't correspond to anything in Newton's laws of inertia. Logically I know that Keith or Kiana confirmed that what happened to Noah was a lie. A fabrication done out of desperation to remain relevant, to remain in the public eye for just that little longer. In that sense, maybe I'm living a lie. I sit here in my room on a scorching hot Thursday afternoon, meager rays of light trickling through the blinds and into my eye. I don't remember the last time I ate. I've been drinking water out of a singular disposable bottle that has lasted me... weeks? It's not important to my mission that I know. Knowing would just hamper my resolve.

i look at her. i look at her and i feel nothing but grief.

I, just like Noah before me, have been gifted with supernatural insight that science can't readily explain. He squandered his gift. He didn't know how to use it. He left what he knew in a journal. Treated it as his shame. I won't be so foolish. I know what I'm doing. I see the wool that's destined to fall over my eyes if I don't do anything to warn anybody. I'll get comfortable in my own inaction.

i know there's something i'm missing, why she's so close to being human but falls so short

The only human being I've seen in however long I've committed myself to this mission is Jack. Even cornered rats turn. Not even I can survive without at least seeing the one person I can confide in. I haven't told him about the dreams or my visions. I'm not frightened. I just don't believe he would understand the way I do.

i can't talk to her. i'm not strong enough. i'm a fool.

I almost asked him one thing regarding it though. I'm not sure what I was thinking. What would he have to do with the death of that girl? It just doesn't make any sense.

she's retreated so far into herself that anything i do to try and reach her won't work

I was going to ask then choked on my words. He leaned close enough that I could feel his breath on my ear.

she talked about this guy she knows.

"What is it?" He always got quiet before he got his way.

jack carrey? that's his name, isn't it?

I closed my eyes and let him. I'd just be wasting my breath anyway.

The tree's grown. It's grown wider than it is tall. It's adequate shade for the fraternity boys. When I steal glances at it in the dead of night, I swear that I see a girl there.

She's young. Too young to be going to college, at least.

I've been lousy at looking people in the eye since junior year. I've had trouble putting faces to names. I once forgot my own face because I hadn't looked in the mirror.

i hate the two of them.

I looked at myself. I clearly haven't slept. I've got long black hair. I'm standard fare for a Chinese girl.

That girl is me. Was me. Before him.

I hate her innocent look.