Miggy
He had always been the quiet kind of person.
The type who didn't need grand gestures or loud declarations to know he mattered. Just a hand in his, a smile across the room, the sound of her laughter—those were enough.
But nothing prepared him for this.
Not for the soft jazz playing in the background of the small garden she secretly rented.
Not for the way the fairy lights twinkled above them like a thousand silent stars.
Not for Yna, standing in the center of it all in a simple red dress, barefoot, smiling at him like he was the only person in the world.
She had set everything up herself.
A blanket on the grass.
Photos of them through the years hung from string lights—awkward teen smiles, dorm selfies, tear-stained moments, the soft rebirths of Sagada, and finally, her beaming behind the café counter, hands full of books and dreams.
She looked... whole.
And it nearly broke him with gratitude.
"Sit," she told him, gently pushing him down onto a soft cushion.
He obeyed, heart thudding.
She handed him a handwritten card, sealed with wax.
But instead of reading it, she knelt down in front of him and held both his hands, small and warm in his.
"I wanted to read it to you myself," she whispered. "Because I want you to hear it in my voice, every word I mean."
Miggy felt the lump form in his throat.
She began.
"I once thought love was something I had to earn. Something fragile, conditional—only given when I smiled right, stayed quiet enough, didn't burden anyone."
She looked into his eyes, steady.
"But you... Miggy, you showed me what love really is."
He swallowed hard.
"You loved me in the silence. You stayed when I disappeared. You held space for me even when I couldn't meet you halfway. And you never asked for anything in return."
She laughed a little, voice cracking.
"You knew how broken I was. And still, you stayed. You waited. You built a quiet home in your heart where I could return, no questions asked."
Miggy blinked fast, biting his lip.
"I know it hasn't been easy. Loving someone like me—someone who flinched at kindness, who didn't know how to be soft anymore. But you stayed through every storm. You were the only constant in the years where everything else felt like ash."
Her voice wavered.
"And I never said this enough: Thank you. For never giving up on me. For being my anchor. My best friend. My safe place."
She took a shaky breath, then smiled.
"But tonight... I'm not just saying thank you."
She stood now, pulling him up with her.
"I'm promising you something."
Miggy looked at her like she was the moon.
"I promise to fight for myself. Every day. Not just for me, but for us. I promise to show up, even when it's hard. To love you the way you deserve. The way you've always loved me."
She kissed his knuckles, one by one.
"I promise not to run anymore."
Miggy couldn't speak.
His arms wrapped around her tightly, and in the quiet, he finally let the tears fall—grief, relief, and every ounce of love he had carried alone now spilling out into her waiting embrace.
She kissed him then.
Slow. Deep. Certain.
And for the first time in years, he wasn't just holding on.
He was being held, too.
Later that night, as they lay side by side under the fairy lights, Yna resting her head on his chest, she whispered,
"We're writing our story now, aren't we?"
Miggy smiled, eyes closed.
"We've been writing it all along."
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Where the Silence Grows
FanfictionTo the girl who stayed silent for too long. To the child who was never asked how she felt. To the woman who chose to live. This is your story. And you are not alone anymore.
