I'll Be Back

14

After the fight with her mother, Aiah returned to the Philippines. As she stepped outside the airport, she saw Mikha waving at her, and her presence made Aiah sigh in relief.

Aiah walked towards Mikha, her steps quickening as she got closer. When she finally reached her, she couldn't hold back anymore and fell into Mikha's arms. The familiar warmth and scent brought a rush of comfort, and the tears she had been holding back began to flow.

Mikha held her tightly, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Welcome back" she whispered, her voice steady and reassuring. "You okay?"

Aiah clung to her, the weight of her emotions finally crashing down. "Hindi pa. Ang sakit, Miks." she confessed, her voice muffled against Mikha's shoulder. "I don't know what to do"

Mikha pulled back slightly, cupping Aiah's face in her hands. "It's okay," she said softly. "We'll figure it out together"

Aiah nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in what felt like forever. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

Mikha smiled, brushing a tear from Aiah's cheek. "Let's go na, you need to rest" she said, guiding Aiah towards the waiting car.

As they drove through the familiar streets of Manila, Aiah felt a sense of peace slowly begin to replace the turmoil inside her. She knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with Mikha by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next.

time skip

Aiah stood on the balcony, tears streaming down her face as the weight of recent events pressed heavily on her heart. She felt a storm of emotions—anger and betrayal towards her mom, and guilt over what had happened at the bar.

sasabihin ko ba sakanya? she thought, her mind racing.

Suddenly, she felt an arm brush against hers. Turning around, she saw Mikha standing there, concern etched across her face.

"You okay?" Mikha asked softly.

Without a word, Aiah stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Mikha, holding her tightly. Mikha embraced her in return, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The warmth of their connection was undeniable, and Aiah felt a deep sense of comfort and safety.

As they stood there, Aiah's sobs subsiding, Mikha gently pulled back just enough to look into Aiah's eyes. "Aiah," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you. I really do. I'm ready to be with you. I want you."

Aiah's breath hitched as she searched Mikha's eyes, finding a depth of love and vulnerability she had never seen before. "M-Mikha?" she whispered, her heart pounding.

Mikha took a deep breath, her hands still holding Aiah close. "I'm ready, Aiah. I want to be with you, not just as a friend, but as something more. Mahal na mahal kita."

Tears filled Aiah's eyes again, but this time, they were tears of relief and joy. She cupped Mikha's face in her hands, her fingers trembling. "I love you too, Mikha. I've always loved you."

Their lips met in a gentle, tender kiss, sealing the unspoken promise between them. The world around them faded away, and in that moment, they knew they were exactly where they were meant to be—together.

Content Warning: The following scenes contain depictions of sexual activity, which may be uncomfortable or triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.