Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

PROLOGUE

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Read, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!

- ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ -

Mikhazra's POV :

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard."

I spoke into the intercom, my voice steady and professional.

"We're currently cruising at thirty-eight thousand feet on our flight from Manila to Japan. It's going to be a smooth ride, and we're on track to arrive at Haneda International Airport at 11:01 PM GMT. Until then, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the flight."

I released the button and let out a small sigh, leaning back in my seat. Another routine flight. Or so I thought.

"Probably the passengers are freaking out because of your hot voice," Cyrain teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the headset. "Yeah, sure."

Oh, right-Cyrain is my co-pilot today. Well, she's always my co-pilot, especially on international flights. It's just easier that way. I feel comfortable with her in the cockpit, and to be honest, I was the one who decided we should always be paired up. It's not like anyone questioned it. Besides, flying with a senior co-pilot? Boring. I'd probably fall asleep mid-flight.

"Hey heyyyy! What's up, people?!" Jhoelle greeted loudly the moment she saw us. As expected, she was as noisy as ever. They picked us up right after our flight, claiming that we were going to hang out. Resting was never an option for us.

"You're so maingay, Jho. Alam mo ba?" Cyrain said coldly.

"Ano pa bang bago d'yan?" Gwenora added with a smirk.

"Hep hep! Lubayan niyo nga ako!" Jho pouted before her face suddenly lit up. "Ah! Bago ko nga pala makalimutan, sa concert ng STELLRSYNC tayo pupunta! Bawal nang humindi! I already bought the tickets!"

"What's that?" I asked, confused.

"It's probably nonsense again, Jho. Am I right?" Eno said, rolling her eyes.

"What?! No! Hindi niyo kilala yang band na 'yan? Taga-saang bundok ba kayo?!" Jhoelle looked at us in disbelief before she suddenly gasped dramatically. "Ay! Ay! It's your ex's crushes band! Come on!"

My throat suddenly felt dry.

As expected, we went to the concert. I knew I would see her.

The moment she stepped on that big stage, my breath hitched. She was breathtaking. Still as tall, still as gorgeous-Ari. My eyes were locked onto her, my expression unreadable.

Why do I still feel this way? Why does it still hurt?

And then, our eyes met. For a split second, the world stopped. But before I could process anything, she turned away, rolling her eyes as if I were nothing but an inconvenience.

Well, what was I expecting? I am a stranger to her now.

I clenched my fists and quickly stood up, making my way to the restroom. But before I could enter, someone called my name.