(Mentioned songs: Sit Still, Look Pretty by Daya)
It was a few weeks from the call. Rex was seated with the other four, chatting amicably. The support room was bright, lively. Falcon was not, he noticed.
She was way more distant from what Rachel dubbed 'a weird call', and the more he tried to get to her the farther away she drifted.
Mark was speaking openly about euthanasia.
"So, Falcon, no wise-crack answers today?" Violet joked.
Falcon only looked at her, let her gaze rest over to the Walls of the Dead, the one Rex was looking at the first day he was back- Emily- and he felt a stab of pity for Falcon.
"So, Falcon... how do you feel about euthanasia?"
"I think it's terrible. To play gods by our own hands, choosing whether other people live or die based on your own actions. At least if the person was the one doing it, they'd know best. But the name for that? It's called suicide," Falcon answered, her eyes never flicking over to Mark when he asked the question. She took a swig from her water bottle, and still slouched forward, eyes locked on the picture.
Rex frowned. Mark was stunned at the surprisingly short answer, looking around. "Anyone else... uh..."
When no one else answered, he sighed. "Well, that is all. See... you guys?"
He closed his eyes and stood, opening the door for people. The five of them filed out as well, Falcon fiddling with her cards, especially that six of hearts card.
"You look checked out today, Falcon," Violet remarked.
The Sunday was stretched out ahead of them, and they were bored.
"I want to see Elly," Falcon said, doing a card pirouette with the six of hearts.
"Yeah, but..." Jared trailed off, looking at Mark, who waved at them as they left. "... she's not here."
"No shit, Sherlock," Violet snarked.
Rex remained silent, looking back at Mark. He looked at them, at something else in the room, and he caught Rex's eye. He gave him a friendly wave, and let the door swing shut with a loud click.
"So... wanna spin the turntables, Falcon?" Jared asked, expecting a happier response.
"Mmm..." Falcon hummed, looking distracted. Her phone buzzed slightly, and she absently looked at it before putting it away.
"That was your mom," Rachel said, glancing over, then frowning. "Were you not going to answer her?"
"No," Falcon said bluntly.
"Why?" Jared asked.
"No. And I don't feel like the wheel of fortune today," Falcon said, gazing ahead.
Rex frowned, something was bothering her. That was... not like Falcon. Not like her for the past few weeks.
They talked, they laughed, sat at a cafe with Falcon still staring out of the window doing a coin roll with her hands.
"... yo, is Falcon still here? Hello?" Violet asked, snapping in front of Falcon's face.
"Hm? Yeah? Is something the matter?" Falcon asked, unfazed, doing a coin roll into a coin flip. Still infuriatingly staring. Rex did not know whether to be appalled Falcon was paying zero attention to them or concerned that she was not.
Jared's eyes followed the coin as it flipped upwards, spinning. "Tails."
It landed perfectly on Falcon's palm and she gave a look down at it. Tails. Jared's guess was right on the money. Money. Heh.
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Memory Lane
Teen Fiction"The truth hurts, memories definitely hurt but we all still try to hold onto them. Maybe one day it'll be okay. It's not okay now, but we will get through this. We will get through all of this, like we've done before." Meet the strange cast of a wac...
