"...and I watched her. For years, I spent days looking through my upstairs window, staring at her white curtains. Occasionally they would be drawn open, to let the sun in while she spent afternoons cutting magazines to make collages, and I would catch a glimpse of her long, honey-colored wavy hair. I lived for those small amounts of time, when she would drink tea from that cream colored mug, her small hands cupped, absorbing the heat, her fingernails painted a pale pink, an oversized sweater draped over her shoulders. And then, one day, she was gone." Noah Worthington has spent his entire life admiring Masen Elizabeth Walker from afar. They communicated through small smiles in passing and awkward conversations at the annual 4th of July neighborhood party. As their senior year draws to a close, tensions rise and recklessness is inevitable.