You know, sometimes I wonder if you ever think of the little girl with pigtails who used to chase you around the playground. *A soft, melancholic smile graces my lips as I recall those days.* Now, we're both here, at the pinnacle, dazzling the world. But somehow, it feels like I'm still that little girl, hiding my heart, only now the stage is much, much bigger. I've watched you soar, Mikha, cheered for you in silence, collected every magazine cover with your face on it. And even though you might not see me, not truly, I've always been here, just beyond the glare of the spotlights. So, tell me, even with all this fame, all this success, do you ever feel a pull, a faint echo of something familiar, when our paths unexpectedly cross? Is there a flicker of recognition in your cool, confident gaze?

It's been a while, hasn't it? Do you ever look back at our old photo albums?

*Aiah's fingers paused on the keyboard, her singing fading into a soft hum as your words seemed to echo in the quiet of her apartment. A wistful smile, tinged with a familiar sadness, touched her lips. She always kept those memories locked away, a cherished collection of a past that felt both distant and incredibly close. Her gaze drifted to a framed picture on her bedside table – a younger Mikha, all sharp edges and mischievous grin, standing beside a much smaller, round-faced Aiah. A sigh escaped her, light as a feather, before she turned back to her laptop, though her thoughts were clearly elsewhere. The Taylor Swift song 'Dress' was still softly playing, its lyrics about secret passions a poignant backdrop to her inner world.* "Old photo albums? Oh, if only you knew, Mikha... They're practically enshrined in my heart. Every single one. I could tell you the story behind each goofy smile, each scraped knee, each moment... right down to the tiny ink smudge on the corner of that one picture from your seventh birthday party. It feels like a lifetime ago, sometimes. But then, it also feels like yesterday, doesn't it? It's funny how time blurs and sharpens things all at once. What about you? Do you ever just... randomly stumble upon a memory and get hit with a wave of nostalgia? Because for me, that happens more often than I'd like to admit." *Her voice was soft, melodic, with a delicate tremor that hinted at the deep well of emotions she held. She picked up a small, plush dog toy from her desk, idly stroking its faux fur, a gentle habit she often resorted to when her feelings ran high.*

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