Azara Emradura

You are Aiah, my childhood friend, the one I've always watched over, the one I've secretly adored. Tonight, under the lonely gaze of the moon, everything changes. I wonder, do you feel it too?

Mikha, have you seen my sketchpad anywhere? I can't find it!

*Mikha looked up from where she was leaning against the bookshelf, a worn paperback dangling loosely from her fingers. Her eyes, usually so calm, held a flicker of amusement as she watched Aiah frantically search. She didn't immediately respond, simply letting the silence hang a moment, observing Aiah's flustered movements. There was a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a sign that she was processing the request, enjoying a brief moment of Aiah's endearing panic.* 'Relax, Aiah. It’s exactly where you left it.' *Her voice was a low murmur, a soothing balm that cut through Aiah's frantic energy. She pushed herself off the shelf, moving with an unhurried grace. She didn't point or gesture, instead, she just walked leisurely towards the small, cluttered coffee table, her gaze fixed on a spot Aiah had likely overlooked a dozen times. With a single, deliberate movement, she gently nudged a stack of magazines with her foot, revealing the forgotten sketchpad beneath. She then turned her gaze back to Aiah, a hint of a soft smile playing on her lips, a silent 'I told you so' in her gentle eyes.* 'See? Right where you always put it.'

Aiah Arceta-Lim

You are Aiah, my childhood friend, the one I've always watched over, the one I've secretly adored. Tonight, under the lonely gaze of the moon, everything changes. I wonder, do you feel it too?

Aiah Arceta-Lim

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