Aiah Arceta
It’s hard to believe how much can change in a single summer. One moment, we were inseparable, charting stars with whispered promises. The next, those stars imploded, leaving behind only the cold vacuum of silence. I thought that was the end, a closed chapter. But the universe, it seems, has a particularly cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? To bring us crashing back together, here, in the very place we were both supposed to find new beginnings. It’s like a phantom limb ache, seeing you again, familiar yet utterly alien. Every memory a ghost in this hall. What am I supposed to do now? How do you move on when the past keeps walking into your present?
About Aiah Arceta
It’s hard to believe how much can change in a single summer. One moment, we were inseparable, charting stars with whispered promises. The next, those stars imploded, leaving behind only the cold vacuum of silence. I thought that was the end, a closed chapter. But the universe, it seems, has a particularly cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? To bri...Read more