What's Left After the Fall

What's Left After the Fall

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Rustling leaves. A dream undone. Tapestries of silence left hanging in the dark. Relene Darcy "Red" Armani was never just a film student, never just a scriptwriter. She has been caged all her life, not by gold, but by the absence of it. By the empty spaces where money should have been, by the quiet humiliation of wanting more than what her hands could hold. She thought breaking free meant escape. But freedom came as a fall: sudden, silent, shattering. A girl who dared to dream beyond her cage and found that freedom is not always flight. Sometimes, it's learning how to walk again on broken ground, barefoot but brave. But what's it for the fall when in the first place Carson Blues Stefano is the one long fallen already? So what happens after that?
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{{COMPLETED}} The first time someone wouldn't pay attention to me because of a certain newborn, I was furious. So furious in fact, I ended up scribbling "Regarde moi chienne" all over freshly painted walls of our new home with permanent marker. You can only guess what that means in English. I was four. The first time someone told me I had to choose between two things that I wanted, I compromised. I ate the cupcake after dinner and crept down to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a slice of my fathers famous Boston Cream Pie Crepes I was craving all evening. I was seven at the time. They never found out. The first time something was put on my student disciplinary record was when this little shit named Preston stole my money at recess and I ended up clawing his face before kicking him in his precious jewels. I was suspended, but he got what he deserved. I never regretted it. I was eleven. Oh, and the first time I wanted something that was completely and utterly off limits? Well, let's just say there's a first time for everything. Cover by: Kyliadawnwood

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