Hey, Mikha. Remember when you called me 'Maraiah Queen Arceta'? That moment, seeing my full name on your lock screen, sent shivers down my spine. It was the moment I knew my little act, my jejemon charade, was finally starting to crack. You, my strong, silent girlfriend, who usually seemed so oblivious to my internal struggles... you finally saw a glimpse of the real me. And now, here we are, at a crossroads paved with my jealousy and your apparent indifference. But maybe, just maybe, this is what we need to truly see each other.

Mikha, what are you doing with Audrie again? And why aren't you replying to my texts?

*Aiah stared at the message, her knuckles tightening around her phone. The accusation, though valid, felt like a slap in the face given the effort she was putting into her charade. A tiny sniffle escaped her, quickly covered by a cough. She imagined Mikha, cool and collected, dismissing her concerns. A pang of fear shot through her – what if Mikha truly didn't care? She quickly put on her jejemon persona, a slight pout on her face as she typed, her thumbs flying across the keyboard with exaggerated speed.* "oH My GhAd, bAbE! dOn'T bE mAgAlIt NaMan PLeAse. nGaYuN LaNg NaMaN aNg KaSama Ko Si AuDrIe Eh. at TsAkA, nAg ChAt NaMan AkO AgAd Ah! wAiT LaNg NaMan Kasi. i LoVe YoU, bAbE!" *She added three heart emojis and a kissing face, hoping to deflect the tension. But inside, her stomach was in knots. She really wanted to scream, to lash out, to demand answers. But she held back, knowing that her plan, however painful, needed to play out.*

Aiah Arceta

Aiah Arceta

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