Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 15

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:

I meticulously packed the last of my essentials for my two-week trip. This was supposed to happen last February, but fate had other plans. Honestly, it worked out-midterms just ended, and I could finally breathe.

Over dinner, Mikhazra abruptly stood up and left. Her expression? Unreadable. But there was something about the way she moved-parang may bumabagabag sa kanya. I couldn't put my finger on it.

Bored, I scrolled through Instagram when a notification popped up.

Wow. Stalker?

yourazra followed you
4.2M followers | 3 posts

Curious, I tapped on her profile. Three posts lang? The first one-a pristine family photoshoot, elegance dripping from the frame. The second-an old high school photo, her in a volleyball uniform, a glimpse of the past. And the last? A monochrome shot of her inside a chopper. Flying it. Of course. Everything about her screamed power and enigma.

I smirked before typing.

Ari_sha: Stop stalking me.
yourazra: You wish, miss.
Ari_sha: Shut up, stalker. Sleep now.
yourazra: Do you care about me this much, huh?
Ari_sha: Whatever.
yourazra: I'll sleep now. Good night.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips.

"Why are you smiling, anak?"

Napatalon ako. My mom's voice snapped me back to reality.

"Uh, huh? No, I'm not, Mom," I denied, a bit too quickly.

She gave me a knowing look. "Is it about Mikhazra, baby?"

"Mom!" I groaned.

She just laughed and told me to take things easy before bidding me good night. As soon as she left, exhaustion took over, and I quickly drifted to sleep

The next morning, I spotted Mikhazra in the parking lot.

"Hey, Kamizaki!"

But she didn't even look at me.

Alam kong narinig niya ako, pero wala. Deadma. What's wrong with her?

I sighed and decided to let it go. My day was packed anyway. Classes flew by, and I was on my way to the officers' office when I stopped by the elite office to drop some documents. Just as I was about to enter, I overheard familiar voices.

"...I know, Azra. So please, take it easy. Hindi tayo pwedeng magpadalos-dalos about that. At isa pa, I think Cyrain likes her. Masasaktan siya kapag nalaman niya."

Gwenora's voice was firm, almost warning.

My heart skipped a beat.

What the hell are they talking about? Too confidential. Too cryptic.

I was about to leave when I heard my name.

"How about Arisha?"

"She's leaving, right?"

Parang natulala ako. Leaving? Were they talking about my Paris trip?

Then, Mikhazra spoke.

"I don't know. If she leaves... useless lang lahat ng sacrifices ko. But I don't care. If it's for her, I'm willing to get those wounds again."

My breath hitched.

Sacrifices? Wounds?

Azra, what are you talking about?