Since We Fell Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was falling and he couldn't stop himself from falling with me. We broke apart and gasped.

I knew one thing for certain as I walked back down into the world where we played pretend. We were standing on a precipice. One step forward, and we’d fall together. Or we’d back away. And lose each other for good.

Because we knew the truth. We would not go down easy.

But I can't. I collapse. The girl pulls me upright. "Come on," she says. "Hang on." I try to stand, but I can't. I fall back down. "We're safe, now," she says. "We're safe." We did it. I am free.

I can't pass out now, not at least on him. It's done, I fell and I don't know what is going to happen to me. ***********************

Aliyah's POV My stomach lurched as I fell, the sensation of gravity disappearing as it swallowed me whole. I tried to scream for Skylar, for Tyler, but the gag in my mouth turned my cry into a pathetic, muffled sob. The fall didn’t last as long as I expected. I hit something hard, not stone, but a thick layer of moss that smelled like old blood and stagnant water. The impact knocked the wind out of me. I rolled across the damp floor of whatever we had landed in, my silver chains clanking against the ground.

"We just got locked in and we fell." Anna looked at him. Then at me. Then at the room again … the couch, and the general disorder of it, including the two of us in various states of dishevelment that no reasonable person was going to look at and reach the conclusion that anyone had simply fallen. "You mean you both fell out of your clothes and into each other's…"

"This wasn't your fault. You slipped. People slip on stairs every single day. You didn't do this on purpose. You didn't—" "But our baby's gone!" She was screaming now, her voice raw and breaking. "Our baby's gone and it's because I fell and I can't… I can't—"

A ladder was waiting for us and I was pushed in first. I sighed when I fell on the board.

Will that be right to assume or whatever Monroe assumed first was right? The confusion ran so deep in Monroe's thoughts that she tripped over her own feet, falling on Ken's back. Ken was startled and placed the plates on his hand on the table to take hold of Monroe. "What's up?" Ken asked, holding Monroe steady. Although he can guess what's the cause of it. "Ah no. I am alright." Monroe replied sheepishly. Jeremy stopped poking the strawberries with the toothpick and glanced at Monroe. "Senior Monroe are you okay?" Monroe heard Jeremy and smiled in return. "I am fine Jeremy. Just lost in thoughts."