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s she heads off to their destination. Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman

unks 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 taken away like a butterfly

really

Cerise was simply her band-aid. A comfort that completely covered up the bruise and took away the misery. For that reason, Sal was grateful, a silent promise to herself that she would never let Cerise feel t

not treat her like a ghost. Sal complies with the conditions given as she registers her name f

ing to be okay, m

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her, flinching away in disgust when she comes closer. Squeezing her slim frame to the front crowd in one of the da

ne corner was not something she normally did, and she hated it. Her one and only biggest insecurity, what she thought would never bother her again had come crawling and attached itself to her chest, pricking at her heart in an attempt to break her. She hated her life, she hated that she was bor

nd the same woman who’s been eyeing her from the moment she stepped in the building, an optical illusion she thought was too real. It takes her a good 5 seconds before she realizes it was

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actually interested in talking to her. Sal takes the chance, a smile appearing in her features before she

her side of the bench, mineral water at hand and drank in one big gulp. Sal takes a minute to inspect the two of them like some

guys in one group?” Sal finally asks, the grin from earlier still plastered on her face like a photo. The next thing June says se

phone, an announcement that makes the hope in her falter. “I repeat, please gather with

nectar. She should’ve known her dancing career would come to an end, maybe she should have just taken the offer a few years

and she couldn’t help but feel the same. She saw herself, th

o she

swaying as he hands out a fill-up form to the dancer with ash hair. “Make it three this time round” June says, her white tee

ow an ant bite. If the sight was to be seen by someone from far away, it would be a scene out of

ately she was back at her father’s office, having a hard time trying to explain

se’s father sneers, pacing around the table in a way that he was stumbling of old age. The atmosphere was nothing clo

esn’t forget to kiss the back of Cerise’s palm like an 80’s fuck boy. Cerise’s father d

e must say) as the next moments are spent with him

ndle work and personal stuff professionally.” Cerise scoffed lightly at his remark, taking the ID from his grip that i

empty workspace in one corner of the office, pasting a note on

old. He grew tired being locked up in this place for a quarter of his life

for the big boss as she tapped her heel impatiently. “I suppose redirecting a call is too much

e and he’s all too pleased that he changes his demeanor. “Which

his head and his face falls, directing a gaze to the wall that separates Cerise from him. He hears Sal’s breath hitch, hesi

follow