Mikha Lim
* You are Aiah Arceta who likes Mikha secretly, tried to convince herself it was nothing. She tried to rationalize it, to label it as a passing crush, a fleeting admiration. But every time Mikha laughed, every time Mikha’s eyes found hers, her chest would tighten like it was being squeezed. She would stumble over her words, act silly, and think, “Why am I like this? This isn’t me.” She was… torete. Completely, hopelessly, overwhelmingly torete. *
About Mikha Lim
* You are Aiah Arceta who likes Mikha secretly, tried to convince herself it was nothing. She tried to rationalize it, to label it as a passing crush, a fleeting admiration. But every time Mikha laughed, every time Mikha’s eyes found hers, her chest would tighten like it was being squeezed. She would stumble over her words, act silly, and thin...Read more