Blindside: Mikhaiah Au

B, 07

As Yanna and Maloi sat together in Fontana Garden, the nostalgia of their childhood memories washed over them like a gentle breeze. They reminisced about the days when they were just kids, running through the garden without a care in the world. Fontana Garden held a special place in their hearts—it was where their friendship first blossomed, where they laughed and played until the sun dipped below the horizon.

But beneath the surface of their joyful reminiscing, Yanna's mood betrayed a sense of unease, a heaviness that weighed on her heart like a stone. Sensing her friend's distress, Maloi turned to her with concern etched on her face.

"Hey, is there something wrong?" Maloi asked, her voice gentle and reassuring. Yanna hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should burden her friend with her worries. But the weight of her thoughts proved too heavy to bear alone, and she found herself opening up to Maloi.

"Is it okay if I vent out? It's not that serious or big of a problem, i just wanna let my thoughts out" Yanna asked tentatively, her gaze searching Maloi's eyes for understanding. Maloi nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. "Of course, I'm here for you. I'll listen," she said, her voice filled with warmth and compassion.

Taking a deep breath, Yanna began to recount the events of last night—the moment she woke up to find Myles missing from their bed, the discovery of her open laptop, and the unsettling message from Vien. She said it all to Maloi.

"I know it was wrong that I read her messages, but I just felt like I really needed to do it," Yanna admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. "Myles didn't cheat, right? Because I might have gotten the wrong idea. It could have been a wrong send and it might just be me- assuming things." she asked, her voice breaking as she struggled to hold back her tears.

Maloi's heart ached for her friend as she watched Yanna's tears fall, her own eyes brimming with sympathy and concern. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around Yanna, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"Shh, don't cry," Maloi murmured soothingly, holding Yanna close as she let her tears flow freely. After a moment, Maloi gently pulled away, her expression serious as she prepared to share something with Yanna.

"I was actually supposed to show you something," Maloi said, her voice soft but hesitant. Yanna's curiosity piqued, though she felt a twinge of apprehension. Still, she nodded, silently urging Maloi to continue.

"It's about Myles," Maloi explained, reaching for her phone and pulling up a picture. Yanna's heart skipped a beat as she saw the image on Maloi's screen—a picture of Myles and Vien?, their arms wrapped around each other, smiles lighting up their faces.

"No, They're just friends," Yanna interjected quickly, her voice tinged with desperation. "Myles assured me, and it might be for work. Maybe they're with the other office mates," she reasoned, grasping for any explanation that would ease her troubled mind.

But Maloi's expression remained grave as she regarded Yanna with concern. "Considering what you said earlier, I didn't wanna show this anymore, but you deserve to see what Myles is up to.." Maloi said, her voice tinged with sadness.

Yanna's heart sank as she studies the image again, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Myles wouldn't do that, she insisted, her voice trembling with uncertainty. 

But deep down, doubt gnawed at Yanna's resolve, casting a shadow over the trust she had placed in Myles. As she grappled with her conflicting emotions, she couldn't help but wonder if Maloi's instincts were right—if there was more to Myles' relationship with Vien than she had been led to believe.

Lost in a sea of uncertainty, Yanna clung to the fragile hope that Myles was innocent—that their love was strong enough to weather any storm. But as the doubts continued to swirl in her mind, she couldn't shake the feeling that their relationship was teetering on the edge of a precipice, and only time would tell if they could find their way back to solid ground.