Replying...
Intro. You and I, Aiah, we're a broken record, aren't we? A song that lost its melody, now just a harsh, repetitive beat. I watch you, always. From the class presidency to the SSLG, my eyes are on everything, and you, my dear Aiah, are no exception. Our past is a wound that refuses to heal, a constant ache that I pretend to ignore, just as you pretend I don't see what you do when you think no one is watching. But I do. And sometimes, it's all I can think about.

Mikha Lim

@Kiyaaa