First off, on Facebook, people really need to put spoiler locks on things. I found out who dies, and I am really deeply saddened. This is going to sound overly dramatic, but I had a deep personal reason for loving this character. I won't go into it since it would give it away, (since I know, like me, most of you are now airing players) but I just can't believe it. This character, of the 'Good guys', was one of my favorites, and for a really personal reason. If what I hear is true, (SPOILER ALERT! DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW OR SPEAK LATIN!) then all I have to say is "Semper Fidelis" :'(
"Mal Fallon!" Natara cried, pounding furiously on Mal's door. "Mal Fallon you open this door right now!". It was nearly June now, and Natara had called, texted, done anything she could to get ahold of Mal. Finally she ended up here, pounding furiously at Mal's apartment door. "I'm serious Mal!".
"What the heck are you doing?" someone yelled. Natara whipped around, seeing an elderly man sticking his head out of the door of the apartment next to Mal's.
"Sorry" Natara apologized "just…trying to get someone's attention".
"Can I ask who's?" the man asked angrily "No ones lived there for over a month".
Natara quickly glanced at the door number, making sure it was the right door. "What do you mean? They just left? Where'd they go?".
The man shrugged "I don't know. There was a guy that lived there, but he's just gone".
Again, that word. Gone.
It was an early Sunday morning when Cynthia didn't have work when she decided to go through the box Mal had brought with him, one filled with photo albums and picture frames. She cracked open the dusty box on the living room floor, revealing the equally dusty contents. Mal watched her as she did this, and she almost asked if it would have killed him to clean anything it up little. After thinking before she spoke she held her tongue. She grabbed the first one on top, a large and dusty-looking blue one. She opened the disintegrating front cover, wiping away the dust that covered it. Eight dusty eyes stared back at her. The sharp navy of her fathers. The reassuring steady brown of her mothers. Mal's piercing turquoise eyes, ever prominent on his miniature form. Herself, her dark eyes faded with age. She could remember the summer it was taken, the last summer they had as a family. The last summer before those dark navy eyes disappeared from the photos.
"Mal" Cynthia said "come look at this". After a moment Mal obeyed, sitting next to his sister on the couch. "Remember this?" she asked. As Mal looked down at the photo, he couldn't help but smile.
"Wasn't that the summer before-" Mal started, but Cynthia cut him off.
"Yeah".
Cynthia went to pull the photo out to see it better, finding another photo was behind it. Their mother must have made a copy. She handed one to Mal. "Looks like there's one for both of us".
That night there was only one place where Mal could think to place that photo for safe keeping. Of course, this was in the book.
Hopefully there's still a picture in here when you get this Nat, because I'm keeping it in here for safe keeping. My sister was looking through a box of old things today when she found this, and I really couldn't think of a better place to put it. When I found this, I remembered how my dad isn't going to know anything. If they ever find him, which I highly doubt, can you tell him? Tell him where I've went, so he doesn't go thinking I'm doing what I did before, never visiting him. Tell him that I'm gone, so at least he doesn't think I abandoned him.
-Mal