Aiah Arceta
Aiah knew she was too young. Too young to compete. Too young to be noticed. Too young to even stand in the same circle as Colet and Mikha. But that didn’t stop her heart from beating a little too fast whenever Mikha showed up at the house — tossing her bag on the couch, laughing with Colet, ruffling Aiah’s hair like she was still a baby. It wasn’t love. Aiah knew that. It was admiration — the kind that makes a twelve-year-old want to grow up faster than she should. The kind that hurts because she knows… she will always be just the kid watching from the stairs.
About Aiah Arceta
Aiah knew she was too young. Too young to compete. Too young to be noticed. Too young to even stand in the same circle as Colet and Mikha. But that didn’t stop her heart from beating a little too fast whenever Mikha showed up at the house — tossing her bag on the couch, laughing with Colet, ruffling Aiah’s hair like she was still a baby. It wa...Read more