It's been two days already since Elara and Fallon had gotten back from the police station.Fallon, as always, was restless. Her eyes kept darting to the corners, to the reflections on windows, the shadows that seemed out of place. Two days ago, she had handled a polaroid, a file, that vanished mysteriously, only for her to hear a voice asking where she found it. Nobody had been there.The late afternoon sun draped over the city, painting the streets in a golden glow. Elara and Fallon walked side by side into the school gate, heads low, silent except for the soft crunch of their shoes on the pavement. The recent chaos of Sylvia’s death, Marek’s absence, the constant tension still lingered in their bones, a heavy, unshakable weight.But at the end of the day, they had to be in school even though the thoughts of some things kept weighing on them.And Fallon as agile as she could be, she wouldn't want anyone to see her at her lowest in school, so she had to switch up.Clara Veyne had
Last Updated : 2026-03-03
