Unwritten Strings

Chapter 8 🔒

Chapter 8 – Aiah’s POV

The Quiet Goodbye

The day had come. The day I had both dreaded and anticipated.

Miguel and I were heading to America for work, at si Mikha—si Mikha na hindi ko kayang pabayaan—ay nandiyan, nag-aantay na magpaalam. But I knew, this goodbye would be harder than any other.

I stood beside Miguel, trying my best to keep it together, but inside, my heart was already breaking. The moment Mikha stepped closer, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of her presence.

She smiled faintly at Miguel, then wrapped her arms around him for a long, tight hug. "Take care, Kuya," she said softly, her voice a mix of warmth and something else.

Then, slowly, her arms moved from Miguel’s shoulders to mine.

I tensed for a moment. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for this—this moment, where we would have to part ways. But she didn’t hesitate. She hugged me just as tightly, as if trying to hold on to me for just a little bit longer.

“Take care, Aiah,” she whispered in my ear, her voice carrying an edge of sadness I couldn’t ignore.

But then, I felt her lips brush against my ear, so softly that I thought I imagined it.

“I’m gonna miss you, my love,” she whispered again, her breath warm against my skin. “After this, we’re going to have a s*x again, nonstop i swear.”

My heart skipped a beat. The words she spoke—the promise in them—sounded like both a reassurance and a challenge. I had no words to say back. I only pulled her closer, my arms tightening around her just for a moment, before I gently pulled away.

The feeling in my chest wasn’t just longing; it was a promise of something deeper.

“I’ll be waiting,” I finally whispered, forcing a smile even though I knew she could see the hesitation in my eyes.

Mikha smiled back, but it didn’t reach her eyes. There was still something unspoken between us—a tension, a thread that we both knew couldn’t be ignored forever.

Miguel, oblivious to the heaviness of the moment, patted both our shoulders. “Okay, let’s go. We’ll see each other soon.”

But I knew—things would never be the same again.

As I turned to walk away, Mikha’s voice followed me like a soft echo. “I’ll wait for you, Aiah. And when you come back, we’ll make this right.”

And I would. I would come back for her. For us. Because after everything we’d shared, I couldn’t imagine my life without her.