Unspoken

CHAPTER 22 : The moon and the lovers

THIRD PERSON POV

Mikha and Y/n stepped off the Ferris wheel car, their feet landing on solid ground once more. Y/n glanced at Mikha, a small, appreciative smile playing on her lips. She knew Mikha had gone out of her way to make tonight special, to lift the weight that had been pressing on her shoulders.

She wasn't ready to tell Mikha everything she was feeling—not about today, not about the past few weeks, and certainly not about the whirlwind of emotions she couldn't quite untangle. Jaz had been growing closer to Mikha lately, their easy rapport sparking rumors of something more. Y/n hated how much it bothered her, how much space it had taken up in her mind.

But tonight felt different. For a few fleeting hours, she had been able to let go of those tangled thoughts. Mikha had given her that—this pocket of peace in the chaos of her heart.

Y/n hugged the plush fox tighter against her chest, her steps slowing as she took in the moment. She was thankful for it, for Mikha's unspoken care and for the simplicity of just being here, together.

Reality would come rushing back soon enough—assignments, responsibilities, and the ache of watching Mikha's life intertwine with someone else's. But for now, under the fading lights of the fairground and the blanket of stars above, Y/n allowed herself to savor this night, to soak up the fleeting magic of it all.

It wouldn't last, but maybe that made it all the more precious.

It was as they were passing the last row of booths that Mikha's eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, her hand suddenly gripping Y/n's arm. "C'mon, let's see what the universe has to say about us."

Y/n blinked, startled by the sudden enthusiasm. Her gaze followed Mikha's excited expression to a small, dimly lit booth tucked in a corner of the fair. A sign above it read Fortune Teller in curving script, almost glowing under the flickering lights.

Y/n hesitated, a mix of skepticism and curiosity swirling inside her. "You don't actually believe in this stuff, do you?"

Mikha just shrugged, already pulling Y/n closer. "Not really, but hey, it's fun. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?"

With a half-amused sigh, Y/n gave in, her curiosity overtaking her doubt. They stepped inside, and the air instantly changed—thick with the scent of incense and the low, mysterious hum of a melody that seemed to echo from a distant place. The fortune teller, an older woman with silver-streaked hair and piercing, knowing eyes, sat behind a small table. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through them, as if she already knew the questions they carried in their hearts.

"Two readings?" the woman asked smoothly, her voice lilting like a whisper, yet firm in its intent.

Mikha, unphased, plopped down confidently in front of the table. Y/n, still unsure but intrigued, hesitated for only a moment before following suit.

Without waiting, the woman began to shuffle her tarot cards, her eyes flicking between them as she sensed the subtle tension between the two. After a moment, she nodded, focusing on Y/n first. "You," she said with finality, pointing a slender finger in Y/n's direction.

Y/n's breath hitched slightly at the unexpected attention, and she stammered, "Me? Oh... uh... okay."

The fortune teller's hands moved with practiced ease, drawing three cards in swift, fluid motions. Her gaze sharpened as she studied them, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile before she addressed Y/n directly.

"You are at a crossroads," the fortune teller's voice was calm, steady, yet full of meaning. "Torn between paths, but your heart already knows which way to go. Trust it, even if it scares you."

Y/n's stomach tightened. The words landed heavily in her chest, the impact of their truth catching her off guard. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came. She could only stare, trying to process the intensity of the message. Finally, she managed to force out, "That's... vague."

The fortune teller didn't respond. Instead, she moved on, her gaze now shifting to Mikha. "And you," she continued, her voice now tinged with a playful yet knowing edge, "are used to hiding what you feel, but the universe has a way of pulling truths to the surface. Sooner or later, you'll have to face them."

Mikha let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of her neck. "Sounds intense. Any chance the universe could just send me a memo instead?"

The woman's expression didn't waver. She placed a single card face-up on the table. The Lovers.

Mikha leaned forward, eyebrow raised, eyeing the card with a smirk. She wasn't sure if she should be worried or intrigued.

The fortune teller handed Y/n a card as well. The Moon.

Mikha leaned over, studying the card in Y/n's hands. "The Moon?" she mused. "Huh, that feels... poetic."

Y/n rolled her eyes, though her heart fluttered at the weight of the card. "Interpret that as you will," the fortune teller said, gathering her cards with practiced ease. A strange unease lingered in the air.

The fortune teller gave them both a final knowing look. her smile as mysterious as her words. "Some things are better discovered on your own."

With that, they stood. Mikha reached out, slipping a bill into the jar to pay for their reading. As they stepped out of the booth, the lingering scent of incense swirled around them, accompanied by the faint sound of wind chimes softly ringing in the night.

"Well, that wasn't ominous at all," Y/n said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood as they walked back toward the fairgrounds.

Mikha chuckled, slipping her card into her jacket pocket. "Not ominous. Just... mysterious. You know, like you."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at that, though it was mixed with an uneasy sense of anticipation. She was still trying to shake off the feeling the fortune teller had left behind. "I think she was just trying to mess with us."

"Probably," Mikha agreed with a thoughtful nod, though the words of the reading seemed to weigh on her more than she let on. "But maybe there's something to it."

They walked in silence for a few moments, both of them deep in thought, the weight of the fortune teller's words hanging between them like a quiet tension. Eventually, Mikha broke the silence with a teasing grin. "So... crossroads, huh?"

Y/n stiffened, her heart skipping a beat as Mikha's voice held an unexpected edge. She avoided Mikha's gaze, mumbling, "Don't start."

Mikha just smiled innocently, hands raised in mock surrender. "I'm just saying. Maybe she's onto something."

Y/n shot back, her voice tinged with a playful edge, "And what about you? Hiding your feelings, huh? Anything you'd like to share with the universe?"

Mikha's smirk faltered for just a moment, her hand brushing against the pocket where The Lovers card rested. "Nah," she said nonchalantly. "The universe will figure it out eventually."

Y/n laughed softly, but her heart was racing. There was something in Mikha's words, in the way the evening had unfolded, that stirred something inside her. She glanced over at Mikha, but Mikha was already walking ahead, her steps light yet purposeful.

Y/n stood there for a moment, her thoughts swirling. How the night had unfolded so perfectly. How Mikha made her feel with her lingering touches and the way her hand felt so warm in hers. The Moon. The Lovers. The fortune teller's cryptic warnings. Everything felt like it was shifting in subtle, yet profound ways. She couldn't ignore it—couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed tonight.

"Mikha!" Y/n called after her, her voice gaining strength as she caught up to her. "Maybe we should call it a night."

Mikha turned and smiled softly. "Yeah, I think it's about that time."

They began the walk back toward Mikha's car, the fair behind them fading into the distance. The laughter and lights from the carnival grew quieter, and the world seemed to settle into a more tranquil pace. But as they walked, Y/n couldn't help but feel that the night wasn't over— not with the flood of thoughts in her mind. Not with the restless flutters in her heart.