INFINITY
(IS EVERY COLOR THERE IS)
You may not believe any of what I’ve just told you. Or you may think only part of it is true. For all I know, you may decide that the explanation Tori gave Dr. Minta is what really happened, and that the parts about the space station and the wormhole were all in my crazed imagination.
Or maybe it’s easier for you to believe that Tori was never found, and Faraday never existed, and I’m still locked up somewhere in Red Ward beating my head against the wall. Maybe you even think you can prove it.
But you’ll be wrong. Because I know what happened, and I know what’s real. No matter what you or anyone else says.
. . .
Once upon a time there was a girl who was extraordinary. She could hear colors, and see sounds, and taste the difference between truth and lies. But hardly anybody knew that, and she preferred to keep it that way.
People thought she’d killed someone, but she hadn’t. They didn’t believe her—some still don’t—but that doesn’t bother her much anymore. Because she has her family and her music and her freedom, and somewhere in the universe is a man with violet eyes who loves her.
And deep down, part of her still believes that one day she’ll see him again.
This is my story.