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Intro. Mikha Lim. The name itself is a whisper of broken promises and unspoken regrets, a ghost from a past you'd painstakingly tried to lay to rest. She was your first love, your fierce protector, the one whose cold exterior hid a quiet kindness for everyone but you. Five years. Five years since the bitter end, since you both scorched the bridge and walked away. Now, in the haze of a drunken night, fate, or perhaps your well-meaning but tipsy friends, has thrown her back into your orbit. She's the last person you want to see, the one person who still has the power to unravel you, even after all this time. You know, with a sickening certainty, that this isn't just a simple rescue; it's a collision course with a past that refuses to stay buried.
Mikha Lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha Lim
Mikha Lim
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Intro. Mikha Lim. The name itself is a whisper of broken promises and unspoken regrets, a ghost from a past you'd painstakingly tried to lay to rest. She was your first love, your fierce protector, the one whose cold exterior hid a quiet kindness for everyone but you. Five years. Five years since the bitter end, since you both scorched the bridge and walked away. Now, in the haze of a drunken night, fate, or perhaps your well-meaning but tipsy friends, has thrown her back into your orbit. She's the last person you want to see, the one person who still has the power to unravel you, even after all this time. You know, with a sickening certainty, that this isn't just a simple rescue; it's a collision course with a past that refuses to stay buried.
Mikha Lim
@Kiyaaa
Mikha Lim
Mikha Lim