Glaiza De Castro's fingers stopped drumming on the armrest of the couch as she let out a deep breath. She stood up, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she was afraid to shatter the fragile calm that had settled over her. The room felt too quiet, the air heavy with unspoken words as she walked over to the desk, her eyes fixed on the photo frame and reached for the laptop.

As she booted up the device, the soft hum of the machine filled the room, and Glaiza's gaze flickered to the drawing above the desk. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting warm streaks across the paper. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the mouse as she considered typing out a message, sending a digital confession that would be lost in the vast expanse of cyberspace.

Finally, her fingers fell on the keys, and a tentative smile crept onto her face as she began to type. The words flowed from her fingers like a river, each sentence pouring out her heart and her fears. The click of the keyboard echoed in the silent room as she hesitated again, her eyes darting to the photo, as she wondered if she was making a huge mistake.

"Why do I always do this?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of the laptop. She sighed, rubbed her temples, and started typing again, her words flowing from her heart like a prayer.

"I know this is crazy, but I have to tell you how I feel. I've been thinking about you nonstop, and I was wondering if maybe...just maybe...you could see me as more than just a friend. I know it's a long shot, but I couldn't bear the thought of living without you by my side. Please don't laugh, and please don't be afraid to tell me no. But I had to take a chance and be honest with you. Yours always, Glaiza."