The Story of Us | LingOrm

Chapter 1: Rehearsing Reality

Author's Note:

Before you dive into "The Story of Us," I want to make it clear that this work is purely fictional and created solely for entertainment purposes. The characters of Ling and Orm, while inspired by real actresses, are products of my imagination and do not reflect the actual lives or personalities of the real individuals.

This story represents my personal interpretation and fantasy of what a relationship between these characters might look like. It is not intended to speculate about, influence, or comment on the personal lives of the actual actresses. I have the utmost respect for their privacy and their right to live their lives away from public scrutiny.

My intention with this story is to celebrate the chemistry and connection I've observed in their on-screen performances, and to explore those dynamics in a fictional setting. It's a tribute to their talent and the emotions they've stirred in fans like myself.

As a fan, I admire both actresses tremendously, both for their professional work and for the glimpses of their genuine selves that they share with the public. This story is simply a fan's way of expressing appreciation and indulging in a bit of "what if" daydreaming.

Please enjoy this story for what it is - a work of fiction, a labor of love, and a celebration of the power of storytelling and imagination.

And with that, let the feels begin...

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The early morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on Ling and Orm as they sat at a small kitchen table. Their plates held half-eaten pancakes, a luxury they rarely indulged in during their usually hectic shooting schedule. But today was different.

They had wrapped up filming unexpectedly early, a stroke of luck that left them with a rare stretch of free time. Ling's apartment, being closer to the set, had become their impromptu breakfast spot. The familiar comfort of Ling's space added an extra layer of intimacy to their shared meal.

Orm fidgeted with her fork, her energy palpable even in stillness, while Ling sat with perfect posture, her movements deliberate and graceful. The contrast between Orm's vibrant presence and Ling's serene demeanor was as apparent as ever, even in this relaxed setting.

Orm leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, I've got something to confess. It's a bit embarrassing."

Ling tilted her head slightly, a ghost of a smile on her lips. "Now this I've got to hear. What's got you all worked up?"

The younger woman took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed. "Remember how I mentioned my high school sweetheart, Alex?"

Ling nodded slowly, her voice soft and measured. "The one who broke your heart? Yes, I recall."

"Well," Orm winced dramatically, her hands fluttering in the air. "Up until we started filming together, I may have been... kind of stalking their social media."

Eyebrows arched delicately, a hint of amusement in her eyes, Ling asked, "Kind of stalking? Is there such a thing?"

Orm laughed nervously, running a hand through her hair, "Okay, okay. I was full-on, notifications-on, 3 AM scrolling through years-old posts stalking."

"And you've stopped?" Ling leaned in slightly, her usually reserved demeanor gave way to curiosity, "Just like that?"

"Yeah," Orm smiled softly, her usual exuberance tempered by vulnerability. "Since we started working together, suddenly, Alex's posts didn't seem so important anymore."

A faint blush colored Ling's cheeks, her voice barely above a whisper, "Are you saying I'm a better distraction than your long-lost love?"

Orm met Ling's eyes, her gaze uncharacteristically steady, "Maybe. Or maybe you're the start of something new."