Lyka sits on her bed, in her hands, she holds the anonymous confession letter that Mark had delivered to her earlier.
Her heart races with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she carefully unfolds the crumpled paper.
As she begins to read, Lyka's suspicion is confirmed. The sweet sentiments and heartfelt words on the page align perfectly with Cheska's wordings.
Lyka's lips curl into a bittersweet smile, touched by the depth of Cheska's emotions.
Despite the sweetness she feels for Cheska, Lyka's mind is conflicted.
She understands the courage it took for Cheska to express her feelings, but deep down, Lyka knows that her heart does not reciprocate those same romantic sentiments because Cheska is not whom she likes, she likes someone else.
She has feelings for Yna after she broke up with the girlfriend that cheated on her.
Lyka crumples the letter in her hand, her expression turning pained as she battles with her own emotions.
Lyka's heart aches for Cheska, realizing the potential heartbreak that lies ahead.
Lyka hesitates for a moment, realizing the impact her words will have on Cheska's heart. But she knows that honesty is necessary for both of them to move forward.
Meanwhile, Cheska sits on her bed, her face etched with worry and anxiety.
What have I done? Why did I have to confess my feelings? What if she hates me now?
Cheska's mind races as she replays the moment she bared her soul to Lyka. The memories flood her senses, the nerves gripping her heart as she spoke her truth.
Her mind swirls with a thousand possibilities, each one more agonizing than the last.
I wish I could go back and change things, take back my words. But it's too late now. I just hope she understands how much I like her, how much she means to me.
Cheska's mind lost in thought. The room is quiet, save for the faint sound of a ticking clock in the background.
Suddenly, her phone rings, jolting her from her reverie. She picks it up to see her grandmother Gertrude's name flashing on the screen.
Cheska's heart skips a beat, sensing something is amiss. She answers the call, her voice filled with concern.
"Grandma, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Cheska, it's Ava. She's... she's pregnant. I don't know what to do, and I'm so scared for her."
Cheska's eyes widen, shock and worry washing over her. She tries to find the right words to comfort her grandmother, but her own emotions are overwhelming.
"Oh... Grandma, I... I don't know what to say. This is unexpected. Is Ava okay? Have you talked to her?"
"She's scared too, Cheska. We're both lost and confused. I don't want Ava's life to be ruined. I thought maybe you could help us figure things out."
Cheska's throat tightens, the weight of the situation pressing upon her. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice.
Cheska hangs up the phone and takes a moment to collect herself. She stands up, her gaze fixed on the challenges ahead.
Cheska paces back and forth in her bedroom, her frustration and disbelief mounting.
The room feels suffocating as her mind races with a mix of anger, worry, and pity. Her emotions collide like a raging storm, tearing at her heart.
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
