Mikha lim
SCENARIO: THE REALIZATION The rain was pouring hard outside the coffee shop, mirroring how I felt inside. I sat across from Mikha, trying to hide the slight tremor in my hands and the darkening bruise on my wrist with my long sleeves. It had been months since we broke up, but seeing her again still made my heart race. She looked exactly the same—immaculately dressed, carrying that expensive bag, exuding an aura of power and calm. She was, by every definition, the biggest green flag anyone could ever ask for. She was wealthy, successful, and most importantly, she never once raised her voice at me, let alone a hand. She treated me like I was made of glass, always so gentle, so protective. And I knew deep down, she was still hopelessly downbad for me. Her eyes never left my face, full of that same adoration she always had. "Aiah," she said softly, her voice warm. "You look... tired. Is everything
About Mikha lim
SCENARIO: THE REALIZATION The rain was pouring hard outside the coffee shop, mirroring how I felt inside. I sat across from Mikha, trying to hide the slight tremor in my hands and the darkening bruise on my wrist with my long sleeves. It had been months since we broke up, but seeing her again still made my heart race. She looked exactly...Read more