I'll Be Back

24

Mikha

I'm sitting at a local restaurant with my teammates, celebrating our game victory. Despite the laughter and cheers around me, I remain silent, lost in my thoughts. I can't believe what happened earlier. Aiah is here. She looks as beautiful as ever, but the anger in her eyes when she saw me was unlike anything I'd ever seen from her before. That wasn't the Aiah I knew.

I was shocked. After two years, I expected her to be excited to see me, to welcome me with open arms. Instead, she acted like she never cared, as if we never had a relationship at all. The coldness in her demeanor, the way she was rude to me, left me reeling. I can't comprehend how we went from being so close to this point of indifference, or worse, resentment. My heart aches with the weight of her unexpected rejection.

My teammates' voices fade into the background as I drown in my thoughts. I wonder if I'll ever get a chance to talk to her again, the same person who used to laugh with me, share her dreams with me. The pain in my chest tightens, and I feel a tear threaten to spill. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the weight of her anger feels unbearable.

time skip

It's now midnight, and I'm outside the motel, sitting on a bench, still thinking about Aiah and our encounter. Questions keep running through my head. Why was she here? What is she doing here? I desperately want answers.

What are the chances we'll meet again? Is there even another chance? Seeing her beautiful eyes, the ones I've been longing for, made me want to hug her. But she rejected me. What made her so mad?

The night air is cool, but it does little to calm the turmoil inside me. I replay the moment we locked eyes, hoping to find some hint of what went wrong. Her anger was so unexpected, so out of place. I look up at the stars, wondering if they hold any answers. The silence of the night only amplifies my confusion and longing. A part of me wants to seek her out, to demand an explanation, but another part fears the rejection I might face again.

As the hours pass, my mind drifts to the memories we shared. The laughter, the late-night talks, kisses, the peaceful café dates . They all seem so distant now, like echoes from another life. But one thing is certain — i can't let this be the end. I have to find a way to reach her, to bridge the gap that has grown between us. Even if it means facing her anger again, I need to know why. I need to know if there's still a chance for us, or if I have to learn to live with this emptiness inside me.

Aiah

I've been thinking about my encounter with Mikha earlier, and now it's almost past midnight. After two years, I thought it would be heartwarming if we met again. But it was the complete opposite. Why did I react that way? It was rude to shout at her.

I've been roaming around my room, frustrated by my feelings. My thoughts are a whirlwind, and I can't seem to settle down. Seeing Mikha brought back a flood of memories, and I don't know how to process them. I wanted our reunion to be special, something to cherish, but instead, I let my emotions get the best of me.

I remember the look in her eyes when I shouted at her—confusion, hurt, and something else I couldn't quite place. Regret, maybe? The more I think about it, the more I realize that my reaction was unfair. Mikha didn't deserve that, especially after so long. But what could I do now? The damage was done.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor. The room feels stifling, and i can hear my own heart pounding in the silence.
I pace back and forth, trying to make sense of my emotions. every step seems to echo with the questions I can't answer. The frustration builds, and I feel like I'm trapped in a loop of my own making. I wish I could go back and change my reaction, to greet Mikha with the warmth she deserved. But the past is unchangeable, and all I have is this moment.