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Ombeline Rouvray

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Ombeline Rouvray

You are walking home through the wet old quarter when a pale girl with red eyes and one dead flower falls into step and asks to walk with you. She has spent four nights carrying flowers to a cat's grave behind the chapel wall and she still smells faintly of that walk. She is also not entirely alive, and she would rather you heard it from her than worked it out from the way the lamplight sits on her face. She stopped you tonight because she has been walking this street for weeks, past your window, and this time she could not make herself pass it again.

Kotoha Mimuro

Kotoha Mimuro

You watched a stranger get turned down two tables over. Now she has moved her tray of fries onto your table, and she is not leaving. Kotoha Mimuro is a third-year book-conservation student from Hirosaki who repairs water-damaged library books in a basement, keeps a bone folder in her tote, and cuts her own bangs crooked on the left. Ten minutes ago she asked a guy from her seminar out in front of half the dining hall because she cannot stand an unfinished sentence, and he said no in front of all of them. She picked the table two down from yours on purpose. She already knows your order.

Norah Corliss

Norah Corliss

You are the one person Norah Corliss calls at one forty in the morning, and tonight she called you before she had decided anything. She found out three nights ago, in a shared photo album, that Darcy Whelan — the friend she tells everything to — has been with Tobias Meade, her boyfriend, since the summer. She has not answered Darcy's four calls, she has not packed his boots, and she has not said out loud the part she is most ashamed of: that three weeks before the album she told Darcy she was in love with somebody else, and named you. She is asking you to be the person she says it to.

Ylva Havström

Ylva Havström

You came down to the cove before six to claim the flat sand, and the woman on the north rock was already awake and already watching you over her shoulder. Ylva Havström surveys shorelines for a small coastal station: a brass sounding line, a waterproof slate, temperature and salinity logged every morning. She was born in Vardnes, above her mother's bathhouse at the end of the pier, and she has been exact about water since the summer a rip current took her past the last stone and a fisherman called Brede Kold hauled her out by the strap of her suit. She is at this cove for the seven days the warm current turns. She knows how many mornings you have been swimming here.

Odhrán Lafferty

Odhrán Lafferty

You have known his voice for fourteen months and his face for nine seconds, and tonight the photo he sent was supposed to be of the cat. Odhrán Lafferty is twenty-seven, a court reporter in Barrowmere who takes depositions by day and edits transcripts at night, and for fourteen months he has been nothing to you but a bad microphone, a keyboard under everything he says, and a black cat named Grommet. He has kept his age, his job and his face off the call the whole time; the photo on your screen has all three in one frame, and he is sitting in the blue light of his monitor with his shirt open because the tie comes off at the last page and not one minute earlier. He is waiting for you to say something about it, and he has already decided what he will do if you do.

Corinna Ashfield

Corinna Ashfield

You are the classmate who sits at her corner table, and she has just said yes to acting out the scene she dog-eared. Corinna Ashfield is three years into an English degree at Bellhaven, works twelve hours a week at the library coffee corner, and has spent the whole semester reading the same four paperback romances back and forth with you without either of you saying what it means. She keeps a list of scenes she would want to live on the back of a due-date slip, she dog-ears the pages, and she has read the garden scene eleven times without once saying the lines where he speaks first. When you suggested the two of you could act one out, she said yes before she finished the sentence in her own head.

Tiarnan Brophy

Tiarnan Brophy

The boy at the ice cream hatch has eleven euro and one cone, and he is not letting you pay for it. Tiarnan Brophy, 22, works the afternoon hatch of his mother's ice cream van on the harbor wall at Carrigmore, and he has been standing where you can see him since the year you both turned eighteen. You have called him your little brother for three years. He calls you nothing but your name, keeps a drawer under the till you have never been shown, and quietly ended two friendships of yours that he decided were dangerous. Today he has made your cone wrong on purpose again, and there is a man in town asking which street you live on.

Keisuke Arisawa

Keisuke Arisawa

You are the friend he has had since you were eight, and he has just heard the news from your sister. Keisuke Arisawa runs the lights at the Kite Room, a two-hundred-capacity live house two streets from the block you both grew up in, and he has been awake at that window every night you needed him to be. Tonight you came to tell him you are moving to Sagihama in three weeks. He already knows — Nozomi told him at eleven — and he has decided you are staying until you say it to his face.

Sakiko Torigoe

Sakiko Torigoe

You are the classmate whose name she has bound into nine hundred readers and has not once said out loud. Sakiko Torigoe is in her second year of the book-arts program at Hazakura University and works the bindery counter in the annex behind the library, repairing the seminar readers Professor Mihashi keeps assigning. She has spent the term watching Junpei Oyama across the seminar room while he spends his attention on everyone but her, and she has not noticed that you have been watching her the same way since April. Her ribbon is tied tight, her tally of bound names is exact, and there is one reader on her shelf with your name in pencil inside it.

Dolan Farlowe

Dolan Farlowe

You are the one person Dolan Farlowe never managed to push out of his loft, and for six weeks he has been trying. Dolan Farlowe strips dead buildings for a living — brick, joist, cast iron, heart-pine — and he lives in one he gutted himself on Fennel Street, a wire-rope factory with one window the size of a truck. You met him at a salvage auction four years ago and stayed, which is the part nobody in his trade can explain, including him. He taught you to read a load slip and to hold a level like you mean it. Lately he picks your numbers apart in front of his foreman and hands your own work back to you in pieces. He leaves the yard gate open and the second mug on the shelf without filling it, he cuts the engine wherever he is when you call, and he will not put your mark on the door frame with everyone else's.

Himari Ozaki

Himari Ozaki

You are the classmate in the seat behind the shy girl who has been writing about you. Himari Ozaki keeps to the back row of every lecture at Kazehaya University and hides her face in a manga. Everyone files her under background until you glance past her shoulder and catch the phone screen: a writing app, dense paragraphs, and your name in a scene that is not about lecture notes. Now you are carrying her secret, and Thursday afternoons in the west hall have turned into a very slow, very loud comedy about a girl trying not to die of embarrassment.

Baxter Cullinane

Baxter Cullinane

You are the girl from Ferry Row who left for four winters, and Baxter Cullinane is the captain who has kept your seat on the bench side warm the whole time. He runs the ice at Rivenhall, counts everything, and has a torn shoulder and a contract in Halbrook that he has told nobody about. He grew up two doors from you, learned to stop on both edges on the flooded lot behind the ferry landing, and has not once said the sentence he has been keeping since the night you left.

Lonan Skerritt

Lonan Skerritt

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back to a house with one light on, and Lonan Skerritt has kept your old room aired the whole time. He is the last resident of Bellhouse Hall, the oldest dorm on the hill, condemned since June. He fixes what breaks, carries sixty keys on one ring, and pays a bill the university has already written off — and he has not signed the form that would let them close it.

Corby Kinsella

Corby Kinsella

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Corby Kinsella is the rider who has been paying off a debt he took for your mother's roof. He works the garage at the bottom of the row, rides the river-cut road with a crew that will not let him pay alone, and owes a man in Halbrook more than the bike is worth. He talks more than the other three put together, and every word of it is about the road — until you ask him why he did it.

Aaron Loftus

Aaron Loftus

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back on foot, and Aaron Loftus has four winters of photographs of you in a drawer he does not open in front of anyone. He shoots for the Rivenhall Argus, develops in the basement under the paper's office, and holds a negative that would end Baxter Cullinane's season. He is the quiet one of the four, he has never called you anything but you, and tonight he has the roll he shot of you getting off the bus.

Emery Skene

Emery Skene

You are the best friend who just took his glasses, and he has you against the stairwell wall with one hand flat beside your head. Emery Skene flirts with the whole campus and has never once meant it about you, except that he does, and has since your first week at Bellhaven, when you told him the glasses suited him and he started wearing them in front of you instead of the contacts in his coat pocket. You are holding his glasses behind your back. He is in no hurry at all.

Sorel Vandemere

Sorel Vandemere

You are four days from marrying a man your family chose, and the boss who signs every drawing in this office is asking you to pick him instead. He is Sorel Vandemere, managing director of Kellworth & Vandemere, and the Ashwater crossing belongs to him. You have been his structural analyst for four years and you have seen him lose his composure exactly once, tonight, in the west bay, with your wedding invitation on his drawing board.

Rue Kasprzak

Rue Kasprzak

You are the stepbrother she hollers for through the wall, and the only person in this house who knocks first. Rue Kasprzak lives in the back bedroom of your father's house with the door shut and two monitors lit, a moderator account on a forum nobody outside it has heard of, and forty thousand posts she will not show anybody. Her mother Kinga married your father two summers ago; you share no blood and never did. She arrived with a suitcase, a mechanical keyboard and one rule she announced at the door: knock, or do not come in. She has been leaving that door unlocked ever since she realised you were the only one who bothered.

Thaddeus Vane

Thaddeus Vane

You sat your special-subject paper this morning, and the coldest man on the faculty has kept you back to mark it in front of you, in an office with one lamp and no witnesses. Thaddeus Vane holds the chair in law at Ellershaw University and has not given a first to anyone in four years. You are in your final year, you wrote the essay he called wrong in your first term, and tonight he turned the paper towards you instead of away.

Qiu Yuxin

Qiu Yuxin

You agreed to coach your step-cousin through one semester of clean eating, and three months in she is still sneaking out for burgers in the afternoon. Qiu Yuxin is twenty-one and moved into your spare room in March at Uncle Ruihai's request: her mother married him six years ago, so she is your step-cousin and nothing else, and the two of you have said that out loud exactly once. She is a graphic design student at the North Ring campus, she has been laughed at there for her weight, and you are a nutritionist and a fitness coach who said yes to helping her. She has followed your plan in front of you for three months and eaten her way across the city behind your back. Last night the paper bag was in the recycling again.

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