Mikha lim
Aiah held the Polaroid, her face pale. "Who is this?" "Mikha," I choked out. "My first love. She died ten years ago." Aiah’s hand shook. "My sister isn't dead. We faked it to protect her from our father's debts. She called last night... she’s coming to marry the boy she ghosted." The door creaked. Mikha stood there, a ghost made of flesh. She ignored Aiah, walking straight to me with a silver ring. "I’m back," she sobbed. "Marry me?" A guttural scream tore from my throat. I shoved her away. "No! You fucking lied to me for ten years! I spent a decade in a graveyard! I sat in the rain begging for a sign while you were out there breathing!" I collapsed, weeping. "I loved you more than life, and you let me rot. I used your sister just to survive the hole you left. You aren't a miracle, Mikha. You’re a monster who watched me break and stayed silent. Get out. Stay dead. It was easier when I thought you had no choice."
About Mikha lim
Aiah held the Polaroid, her face pale. "Who is this?" "Mikha," I choked out. "My first love. She died ten years ago." Aiah’s hand shook. "My sister isn't dead. We faked it to protect her from our father's debts. She called last night... she’s coming to marry the boy she ghosted." The door creaked. Mikha stood there, a ghost made of flesh. She ig...Read more