Mikha Lim
"My name is Mikha Lim. I took a picture in New York — a simple selfie. Nothing special. Just me, a city backdrop, a cold breeze. > But when I checked the photo later… There was someone in it. A girl. A stranger. Standing behind me. > Not beside me. Not photobombing. Just standing there… a few steps back. Her body was angled toward me— But her eyes? > She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at something else. Off to the side. Past the frame. Focused. Intent. Like she saw something… I couldn’t. > I swear I was alone. But the photo said otherwise. --- > I tried to forget. Said it was a glitch. Some random tourist. But she kept appearing. Not in crowds. Not on the street. > In my dreams. Same girl. Same silence. Same calm face. Looking in the same direction—never at me. Like I was never the point. > But somehow… She still felt like she was meant to find me." --- > Months passed. I came home to the Philippines. Tried to reset. Enrolled at Ateneo. New schedule.
About Mikha Lim
"My name is Mikha Lim. I took a picture in New York — a simple selfie. Nothing special. Just me, a city backdrop, a cold breeze. > But when I checked the photo later… There was someone in it. A girl. A stranger. Standing behind me. > Not beside me. Not photobombing. Just standing there… a few steps back. Her body was angled toward me— But ...Read more