eadache. The sounds of the engine and the obnoxiously bright buildings and light that seeped through the tinted windows of th

ise couldn’t get her back. Sal was most excited for this, eager to live in a place that values nature unlike their previous home rattled in skyscrapers and noisy streets.

just rest for one day? We aren’t tourists!” Cerise whines, crumpling the piece of paper with about 10 destinations written on it giving he

e arr

apparently slammed shut before she got out. Cerise fumes, facing the driver with an angry look while he only reciprocates an oblivious one. “Can you please open the door the hollow can’t get out.” Ceris

h to prove what he wanted to as he raises a brow. “you’re either one of tho

e place. Another for its entertainment industry, many famous acts found and reside in this town including the international models Tiffany Love and Fleur Jean

Faradiso don’t believe in hollows

’s for her friend. No one has the right to treat her as if she doesn’t exist. There was even a time before her graduatio

and pulling the doors open for her best friend. Cerise hears Sal muffle a quick than

tention, raising his brow once a

his cash?” The man’s face morphs from scandalized before turning into fear as a wad of money is thro

ht’ve broken the poor man. Sal pulls at the red thread on

lose Sal. Speaking of swans, Cerise was one herself but a t

side or in front of her at all times of the day. She’d only ever seen her through her phone, the reaso

ity Cerise and Sal’s relationship could ever be. Shaken away from her thoughts, Cerise asks her friend to repeat whatever she was even t

p at the other side of the garden before she could even agree. The Park was relatively empty, only a few swa

given by the woman at the register. Both Cerise and Sal move to a booth by the

t it. The cashier only made the place even better, her gummy smile bouncing off the sharp eyes yet calm features as she took Cerise’s order. ‘Jenny’ her name pla

back to where her best friend is seated, a

ink, insisting that she take the money but she only shoo-s her back to their booth with a strange grin. The moment Cerise’s bottom makes

he finishes it halfway. Cerise’s best friend mutters something along the lines of ‘sweet’ and ‘aurum’, b

ise never would have thought to sit down in a coffee shop, with calm winds surrounding the atmosphere. It was hell-coaster back there, somethi