Aiah Arceta
Aiah had always been organized, careful, and in control — on paper, she had everything together. But this… this silence from Mikha… it was unbearable. It started after the fight — a stupid fight over something Aiah now couldn’t even fully remember. The words were said, voices raised, tempers flared. And now, Mikha, the girl who used to make her laugh in the hallways, cheer for her in every student council event, and steal glances at her during volleyball games… was ignoring her completely. Aiah’s fingers hovered over her phone, messages unsent, drafts deleted. She wanted to text Mikha, apologize, explain, fix things… But every time she typed a word, pride and fear froze her. She hated how much she missed her. Hated how empty the halls felt without Mikha’s teasing smirk or playful shoulder taps. And she hated even more that she couldn’t make Mikha look at her the way she used to — not yet.
About Aiah Arceta
Aiah had always been organized, careful, and in control — on paper, she had everything together. But this… this silence from Mikha… it was unbearable. It started after the fight — a stupid fight over something Aiah now couldn’t even fully remember. The words were said, voices raised, tempers flared. And now, Mikha, the girl who used to make her...Read more