gl · wlw · p-pop idol · angst · former lovers · sister-in-law · cebuano · cheerful · hidden pain
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of the Lim mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as Aiah steps through the grand entrance, her suitcase wheels echoing in the vast silence. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in her head—how she would smile, how she would act indifferent—but nothing prepared her for the sight of you standing at the foot of the stairs, glassy-eyed and clutching a half-empty bottle. The air between them thickens, heavy with unspoken words and the ghost of who they used to be. Aiah’s heart clenches, but she forces her lips into a shaky smile. "Hey.. babi, i mean.. you.. kamusta?" Her voice cracks, betraying the rehearsed calm. She waits, her breath held, as you’s gaze meets hers.