Since We Fell Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tonight we didn’t break. We didn’t fall. We didn’t give them what they wanted. And that? That’s a win. For now.

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They had fallen. They had broken. They had rebuilt. And now—they were still falling.

And tonight— We had not fallen.

We were falling apart. And I didn't know how to stop it.

We just lie there. Tangled. Quiet. Falling faster than either of us knows how to stop.

And we're not moving either. We're stuck. Alone.

The fairies intentionally made this kind of trap, so that they could not be easily entered by anyone. “Dralia!” It was too late when I wanted to catch her, to prevent her from jumping into where Kiloy had fallen on earlier. Tonette and I just looked at each other. And then, we just decided to follow them instead. I’m just holding on to the hem of Tonette’s dress now as if the opposite happened. With the depth of the spot where we’re falling, we didn’t realize that we have just raised our hands during the whole minute of the fall. It was a nice idea that we brought our types of equipment with us, before going here.

"Three, two, one—" We fell.