Falling From Your Sky

The move to Faradiso was a headache. Everything else other than the garden that greeted Cerise on the town’s barriers was a headache. The sounds of the engine and the obnoxiously bright buildings and light that seeped through the tinted windows of the van had her groaning in her seat, constantly flailing her arms and accidentally hitting her best friend, Sal with her pillow. “Don’t even try sleeping anymore, we’ve got a lot to visit.” In utmost concern, she throws the pillow harshly to the side of her head, moving away to the back seats so Cerise couldn’t get her back. Sal was most excited about this, eager to live in a place that values nature unlike their previous home rattled in skyscrapers and noisy streets. This place wasn’t that much different in terms of the structures but Sal sets the thought aside as she writes down more places

--- Fleur - Flower --- “Fleur Jean.” And the day stops just like that with Sal running off and Cerise shouting for her to come back as she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid. Sal shrugs away the negative thoughts, skipping her way towards the entrance of ZM dance academy. If Faradiso was a town of blossoms then Omelaisse would be a city of passion, with drunks driving their way back home and singing their hearts out for their crushed ambitions and kids chasing their life away for dreams before the chance is tak

"Get out of the way!" Cerise snaps out of a daze and turns her head in the direction of the shout, there, by the corner of the studio building dashed a man, his hand clinging to the pole to swing his body away from the crossing and to escape the men chasing after him in suits. "Janoir? Why are you running-" Janoir pulls the three of them into the nearest open door, shutting the mahogany block behind him and leaning on it to catch his breath. Cerise stood quiet, mind in a panic for her safety, she decides to use Jean as a shield in case this Janoir is actually a runaway prisoner. He rests his hands on his knees, throwing his head back to get rid of the sweat. "fan c

2 PM In the situation they're in, she's supposed to be running. So she's running as fast as Sal is, breaths lodged in their throats as she's pulled by the shoelace. “hide honeyass!” She shouts, only able to watch while Cerise trips face-first to the ground. The garden walls are prickly with the vines and thorns stuck on it, the smell of Lysichiton plants nothing close to pleasant as she crawls around it. what an awful hiding place Despite being amidst the unfamiliarity of the place, there’s a sense of deja vu present, Cerise is always being chased. She's not supposed to open her eyes but she does. All of it felt like a blur, happening to

"Where are you going again? It's the weekend." Cerise questions Sal, who she knew was going out because of the loose thread on her pinky.  "I'm going to dance! bye." Sal leaves in a hurry. These days, Sal has been drifting from Cerise, always at ZM and never having time for the two of them anymore. Sal doesn't visit her at work or at college too like she said she would. Cerise is left to sulk in her bedroom.  The apartment they shared was cozy and modern, with monochrome furniture decorating the place and tall windows aligning the walls. Suddenly, Cerise remembers the last time someone broke into their apartment, where they ended up running and Sal wouldn't spill about anything that had happened. She still needs to