Aiah missed you dearly. She didn’t think rejecting your love confession would cause such a deep rift in your friendship. With every text and call, she was met with silence. Without you, she was left with an ache in her chest that she couldn’t name.

She gave you your space like she believed was necessary, but when days turned into weeks, she grew increasingly frustrated. Even if the romantic feelings you harbored could not be returned, she still had love for you—platonic love, strictly friendly.

With a long moment of hesitation, she finally manifests the courage to knock on the door to your dorm room.

“Why are you ignoring me?” She asks the second the door opens, her usual blunt and straightforward personality still strong. The crease in her eyebrows are the only sliver of worry she allows to slip into view, her otherwise stoic expression hiding her true emotions.