The Rise of Rose (English) ✔

Prologue

Cast out, expelled from heaven, is the worst punishment to us, angels from Nirvana. I have never done anything wrong nor embarrassing to our descendants. Still, here I am in agony, feeling nothing but my cold tears waiting for me to fade.

Footsteps...?

"Aww, poor Rose." She teased while swirling my hair on her hand using her fingers. She sat down beside me. I am lying flat on my back as my wings are torn off from falling that high.

I tried squirming my head for her to let my hair slip and slide on her hand and let it be free.

"Aren't you happy? You're free to do what you want." She added seductively while sniffing my hair. I groaned as a protest; I feel uncomfortable letting her see me in a state like this when she is the reason I am here at land, in pain.

"Your aroma is fascinating..." She closed her eyes, letting my fragrant ran into her nose more. She teasingly licked my cheeks.

"S-stop—" I said weakly while drowning in mud full of blood and flesh. Unable to move, unable to stand, feeling numb overall.

She faced me with her smile of pleasure and satisfaction. "You're now a fallen angel; we are now identical..."

"N-no..."

"I love to see you suffering, Rose..." She smirked.

"We are now in the same boat..." She added. "Isn't it clever?"

"We are now counted as one—at last..." She continued and kissed my forehead. I even felt her cold hand caressing my cheeks.

My body feels weak; my eyes are starting to close on their own.

She ended her phrase with a hum right into my ear.

"Ab imo pectore."

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The year 2000

Rose's POV

I crouched and looked at the ceiling and let out some air. Gaaaaah, being a student is tiring and making me wrinkled faster than usual. If I won't be needing this in the future, why would I do it anyway?

I am now at my 4th-year college at Meadows Academy. I am granted a full scholarship which made my life a little worse than before. I need to maintain my average not lower than 2, or It'll be repeal and make my life miserable; not only that, but my reputation as an intelligent, well-behaved student will vanish like boys when impregnated girls, ironic!

"Okay, class, you should remember that..." Blah blah blah, gah gah gah. I want to punch my fingers in my ear hole to refrain myself from being irritated with her voice! It's like the sound of cockroaches rattling together. Our professor keeps on rambling in front of us. No one listens to her, but she doesn't care, as long as she's being paid. Who would even dare to choose your passion over a price if you can garner thousand dollars by working on a famous richest Academy? Count the fact that you are not that busy and they won't let you overwork yourself?

"I remembered when I was high school, I was able to hear like this in the news—" and now she keeps on babbling her childhood fiction stories as if all of us care!

I looked at the school's garden; the greenery seems peaceful. "Hmmm." I let out a sigh. I put my chin on my knuckles and entertain myself by watching other students eating their lunches in the garden. People in a group, people who are alone, people getting bullied, and starting hot gossip. Big school, lots of troubles, believe me when I say it is considered a fact. We have different schedules here, and we are done having our lunch.