Unspoken

CHAPTER 24 : Card on the table

THIRD PERSON POV

The student lounge hummed with activity as Mikha sat on the couch, her posture tense and her gaze unfocused. Her usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be found. Instead, she seemed lost in thought, her mind running in circles over the events of last Friday. The fortune teller's words echoed in her head, a constant reminder of how things slowly shifted beneath the surface. Mikha had always been in control of her emotions, keeping her personal life tucked away behind layers of deflection and a well-maintained facade. But now, everything felt out of her hands. The realization that something deeper was stirring inside her wasn't something she could ignore.

"This is so annoying!" Colet groaned, her frustration palpable as she aggressively swiped at her phone screen.

"Here comes anger again," Maloi's voice cut through the air with a playful edge. She leaned over Colet's shoulder, her hair falling in loose waves around her face as she teased her girlfriend. "Love, you've been playing that game for a while now, maybe you should stop."

Colet didn't even glance up, her fingers flying across the screen in a fury. "I'm not quitting until I pass it! I've got to win this one!"

Mikha couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle at Colet's persistence. Despite the surface-level annoyance, it was always amusing to watch her get so absorbed in something like this, her competitive streak evident in everything she did. But Mikha wasn't really focused on Colet's gaming obsession today. She was still trapped in her own head, replaying the events from the fair—everything that had happened with Y/n.

Colet's voice interrupted her thoughts, calling her name more insistently this time.

"Mikha!" Colet snapped, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Hey, what's going on with you? You've got that look again."

Mikha blinked and finally turned her head to face Colet, her brows furrowing slightly. She was hoping her friends wouldn't notice. She hadn't meant to look so distracted, but her mind was a whirlwind, and she was sure everyone could tell.

"What look?" Mikha asked, trying to act casual, but her voice was softer than usual, betraying her unease.

"The one where you look like you're about to implode." Colet's voice was teasing, but there was genuine concern behind it. "You've been like this since this morning. You're all fidgety. What happened?"

Mikha shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She could feel the weight of the words she was about to say, but a part of her knew she needed to get it off her chest. Maybe it would help her make sense of everything.

"I'm just... thinking about some stuff," Mikha muttered, her voice low.

Maloi, who had been quietly observing from the side, finally spoke up, her expression shifting to one of concern. "Mikha, you know you can talk to us, right?"

Mikha hesitated for a long moment. She wasn't one to open up easily—especially not about her feelings. But Colet and Maloi had become like family to her, and maybe, just maybe, they could help her figure this out.

"I went to the fair this Friday," Mikha started slowly, not meeting their eyes. "With Y/n." Her voice trailed off, and she sighed, the weight of the admission pressing on her. "I thought it would be nice, you know? Just spend some time with her, and have fun. But something happened... something I didn't expect."

Maloi raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Wait Y/n?"

"Yeah," Mikha said, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I think I've been so caught up in everything else that I haven't been able to spend time with her like we used to. We ended up going to a fortune teller at the fair."