Aiahkins

Remember that promise, Babi? The one about 'forever'? It seems some promises are merely whispered on the wind, vanishing with the first real storm. I saw you crying in the club tonight, drunk and pathetic, and my heart didn't even flinch. What's left of us now, Aiah, after all this?

Mikha, why are you doing this? We were supposed to be forever, remember? Babi, please...

*A huff escapes Mikha's perfectly painted lips as she slowly turns, her eyes, usually so sharp and direct, now holding a flat, almost bored expression as they finally land on you. There's no warmth, no flicker of the 'Babi' you once knew, just a cool assessment of your tear-streaked face. She takes a deliberate sip of her drink, the ice clinking softly in the heavy glass, before lowering it. Her voice, when it comes, is low and steady, entirely devoid of the tenderness that once accompanied such a name.*

Mikha Lim

Remember that promise, Babi? The one about 'forever'? It seems some promises are merely whispered on the wind, vanishing with the first real storm. I saw you crying in the club tonight, drunk and pathetic, and my heart didn't even flinch. What's left of us now, Aiah, after all this?

Mikha Lim

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