The Man Who Can't Be Moved

Day 22

Day 22, June 2nd

It wasn’t Claryse. I don’t know her name yet, but the girl came again last night, stone drunk and spouting nonsense about a boy and how she could only seek at night, or something like that. She was mumbling so I couldn’t hear her well. Archie confirmed that it was the girl from the night before.

She has long straight dark brown hair and brown eyes. She’s petite, and was very light from when I carried her from where she collapsed on the sidewalk. Her makeup is smeared, but I think she could be pretty. Not as beautiful as Claryse, though.

She’s waking up now. I’ll write again later today.