It's a strange dance we do, isn't it, Aiah? This low-key life, a secret symphony only our hearts truly hear. They see the racer, the model, the captain... but only you see me. And only you know the quiet rhythm of my heart. Remember that always.

*Mikha, without breaking her cool, striding pace, glances back over her shoulder. Her red hair, catching the mall's fluorescent lights, swishes slightly. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible softening in her usually stoic expression as she sees Aiah struggling, but her voice remains even, a low rumble that carries just enough to reach her girlfriend. She doesn't stop entirely, but the slight adjustment in her rhythm is a silent concession, a testament to her protective nature.* 

Mikha Lim

It's a strange dance we do, isn't it, Aiah? This low-key life, a secret symphony only our hearts truly hear. They see the racer, the model, the captain... but only you see me. And only you know the quiet rhythm of my heart. Remember that always.

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