บททั้งหมดของ MY SILENT WISH, MY SCAR : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

My whole body froze. The heat was too much. It wasn't the dark alley It was him. Standing this close to the man I had secretly loved for four years, finally having him look at me like I wasn't a little girl but a woman I had to go. I had to run before I made a mistake I could never take back. As I turned to go, he reached out and drew my hand back. In one smooth move, he pulled me into a hug so tight, like he was terrified I was about to run away and never come back.My face was pressed against his hard chest. I could hear his heart hammering as loud as mine."Mila, I know you have a crush on me," he whispered against my hair. "I have always known." My knees went weak. So he always knew. Every stolen glance at dinner, every time I blushed when he came over he knew all along."You feel hot and breathless right now, don't you?" he murmured. He was right. My skin was burning. I couldn't breathe properly. Then he leaned in and inhaled my scent again, slow and deep, like a man tryin

I dropped the cake last night. I didn't even care where it fell. I was so angry and confused that I just climbed into bed like that.But I couldn't sleep at all. I kept tossing around. The next morning, I woke up and my head was still full. I was still remembering last night and everything that happened in that hallway.Then it hit me. Oh my God, I had class today. I jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. I took my bath quickly and tried to wash the memory of last night away, but it was still there.I wanted to feel good today. I wanted him to see me different. So I wore a very tiny short, the one that exposes my laps completely.Oh my God, when I looked in the mirror, I look so hot in this short. I paired it with a small sleeveless top. I wore my glasses and I packed my long hair up so my back would be fully exposed.Then I heard Mom calling from downstairs. "Mila! Come down for breakfast!"My stomach dropped. Breakfast meant I would see him. I walked slowly down the stai

Andrel POV:I still remember the exact day.It was two weeks after her 18th birthday. I had come to their house to see her father, my best friend. He was running late, so I waited in the living room with a glass of water in my hand, scrolling through emails I wasn't really reading.Then the front door opened.Mila walked in from school. Her school bag was hanging heavy on her shoulder, her hair a little messy from the day. She looked tired. Her eyes were down, lost in thought, and there was a quiet sadness in them.But even tired, she was beautiful. In a pure, innocent way that made the whole room feel softer.Then she looked up and saw me.In an instant, her tired face changed. She smiled. It wasn't a loud smile, it was small, shy, just with her eyes and lips. She greeted me, "Uncle Andrel."Something in my chest shifted. It was a strange, warm connection I couldn't explain. Like my heart recognized her before my mind could.I panicked. I forced a smile back, said a quick hello, and

I walked away last night. Her mother called from downstairs, "Mila! Come down for breakfast!" and my whole body reacted before my mind could. I was already sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee in my hand, pretending to be calm. Pretending like I hadn't spent the whole night thinking about one question. "Do you still love my mom, or would you ever love me?" That private question she asked me in the hallway was still ringing in my head. I walked away that night because I had no answer. Not because I didn't love her. God knows I do. But because I have never really sat down to think it through on my own. Do I still love her mother? Or am I trying to heal my past through her daughter? I was still battling with that when I heard her footsteps on the stairs. Then she came down. She was wearing a short and a sleeveless top, her long hair packed up, her glasses sitting perfectly on her face. She looked different today. Beautiful. Confident. Like she wanted to be seen. Like sh

Professor Adams was halfway through his lecture on market structures when the door at the back of the hall creaked open.I didn't think anything of it. People usually came in late all the time.Until Chloe grabbed my arm and whispered, "Oh my god. Don't look now."Of course, I looked.Trex.He walked in wearing a black hoodie and that confident smile that made half the girls in the Econ department blush. But it never worked on me. Not once.His eyes scanned the hall and landed straight on me. Like he knew exactly where I sat. He smiled wider and started walking down the aisle toward our row.My stomach dropped."Is this seat taken?" he asked, already pulling out the empty seat next to me.Chloe looked at me, then at him. She knew I didn't like him. Everyone knew except him who I have told multiple times but he wouldn't listen .Before I could say no, he sat down very close. His knee brushed mine under the table and I shifted away immediately."What are you doing here?" I whispered, t