Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 12

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 ✦ -

Arisha's POV:

After that conversation with Cyrain, everything became clear to me. But even so, it won't change the fact that I will never choose love.

I just want to apologize. I just want to fix things with Mikhazra.

After all, she never did anything but help me, be kind to me, and try to understand me. But me? I always treated her badly. It's unfair, isn't it?

I'll admit it-I went too far. In my desperate attempt to escape my feelings, I didn't realize I was hurting her. I could have handled it gently.

But I didn't.

I did the worst thing possible.

Then, I remembered the wounds on her neck and lips.

Did she get into a fight? Did she argue with her father? Or was she just being clumsy?

No... something was different.

Her eyes... were lifeless.

She looked exhausted. Defeated. Like she had already given up.

"Hi, Ate Ari! I have some tea to spill!"

I snapped out of my thoughts when Shezelle suddenly spoke.

We were in the private lounge-me, Malisse, and Stazia. The room was luxurious, with marble floors, velvet seats, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. It was supposed to be a place for comfort, but right now? I couldn't sit still.

I turned to Shezelle. "What is it, bebe?"

She hesitated, looking nervous. "Uh... well, my mom asked me about Mikhazra Kamizaki."

My stomach dropped. I sat up straighter. "And? What about her?"

"Uh... this is confidential, but... Ate Azra just got out of the hospital yesterday."

"What?!"

Malisse frowned. "What happened to her?"

Shezelle shook her head. "I don't know. My mom didn't tell me. She said it was confidential."

It felt like ice had been poured over me.

What the hell happened?

That day, I chose to shut off everything connected to her.

Was it me? Was it my fault?

The rest of the day felt... empty.

Malisse was unusually quiet, Stazia buried herself in her readings, and Shezelle-who was usually bright and cheerful-barely spoke.

I felt like something was pressing down on my chest, but I ignored it.

10 AM.