The Unwritten Chapter - LingOrm

THE LIVING GREEN FLAG

On that night, Orm didn't return home, causing concern among her friends who noticed her absence in their group chat. They had planned to gather for a discussion about their upcoming graduation pictorial the next morning, but their friend's lack of response left them worried. Orm intentionally switched off her phone overwhelmed that made it difficult for her to acknowledge the scheduled pictorial.

As the sun rose on the day of their pictorial, Orm, usually the life of the group, was nowhere to be found. Her absence cast a shadow over the excited chatter of her friends who anxiously waited for her.

Yoko, with furrowed brows and a frown of concern, couldn't hide her worry. "Where on earth is Orm? She has been out of reach since last night." Her eyes dart back and forth to the entrance of the university, hoping to catch a glimpse of their missing friend.

Beside her, Becky mirrored her anxiety but tried to offer a sliver of hope. "Let's just wait a little more. We still have a few more minutes. Maybe she's on her way."

Orm was supposed to be there, but she wasn't. Her friends were waiting for her, but she wasn't answering her phone. They were worried, they were supposed to take pictures together, but she wasn't there. They were hoping she would come back soon.

Orm woke up with a headache, even though she hadn't been drinking. The rain outside was probably the reason, since she had fallen asleep in it. She was in a strange place and wasn't wearing the same clothes she had the night before. Instead of freaking out, she just closed her eyes and rested her head on her hand. The door creaked open, but she remained calm until she heard a voice. "You seem awake already. How are you feeling?" The tall and beautiful model stood before her with a tray of breakfast and medicine, placing it on the table near the bed with a warm smile.

She smiled tiredly. "My head hurts."

"I have prepared breakfast for you, and there is also medicine. You should take it after you finish eating." The model spoke gently.

Slowly sitting up, View assisted her in leaning on the bed. "Are you able to eat on your own, or would you like me to feed you?" View asked playfully but sincerely.

Orm laughed a little. "I can handle it myself. Sorry for bothering you."

View shook her head. "No, it's okay. You didn't bother me. I actually have nothing to do today but stay home."

"By the way, I swapped your clothes last night. I couldn't bear to let you sleep in damp clothes from the rain. I hope you understand." She added, shyly. Earning a nod and thumbs up from the girl in the bed.

The truth is, she likes seeing Orm asleep on her bed. Last night, as she was driving home, she noticed someone on the street but couldn't see clearly due to the heavy rain. Upon approaching, she realized it was Orm. Concerned, she got out of her car and hurried to her who was sleeping with her head on her knees. Witnessing her tremble in her sleep by the seaside, tugged her heart. She gently guided her into her car, as the girl was unconscious and drenched from the rain. Lacking a towel, she used her blazer to wipe Orm's face and arms before swiftly driving them home.

"Let's share this." Orm offered, pertaining to the breakfast.

With a smile, View took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I will eat later. My priority at the moment is you. Please hurry as you still need to make it in time for your graduation photoshoot."

Upon hearing the urgent reminder, Orm jerked in surprise, her eyes widening with sudden realization. Hastily, she devoured the rest of her meal and swallowed her medicine, while the model observed with a silent laugh at her restless state. "Oh no, I don't have my school uniform here." She blurted out, momentarily forgetting about her headache.

"Calm down, Orm." View reassured with a laugh. "Go take a quick shower, and I'll drive you home to get your uniform and then to school."

Without hesitation, the blonde girl dashed off to the bathroom.

"You can use any of my spare things in there. There's plenty to choose from." She called out, ensuring Orm heard from inside the bathroom.

View swiftly selected some of her unused clothes for her, preparing everything for her.

She took a quick shower, getting out in less than 15 minutes. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw some clothes laid out on the bed for her. It looked like her friend had left so she could get dressed privately. She smiled and put on the clothes.

As she made her way downstairs, View got up from the couch and grabbed her car keys. "Are you good to go?"

They got in the car. View looked at her face and saw that her eyes were puffy. "Let me put you some concealer." Orm laughed, she had forgotten about it. She always wore makeup, she really liked it. The model thought she was beautiful without makeup, but she wanted to cover up the puffy eyes, which probably came from crying the night before.

Her intention was to put her in a makeup to hide the puffiness around her eyes, despite her belief that the girl's beauty shone even without it.

Orm quickly put on her school uniform and got into the car. The driver was in a hurry, but still careful. As they got closer to the university, she unbuckled her seatbelt and looked out the window.

"Thank you for doing this for me." She expressed her appreciation to her friend's help, who returned the gesture with a tender smile. The model nodded in acknowledgment and teased. "Oh, to be able to witness the soft Orm. Go now, you have 15 minutes left." In a sarcastic yet playful tone.

The blonde girl got out of the car and waved her hand before walking at the entrance. She felt a little better, like the bad feelings from the night before were starting to go away. View had made her smile, and that helped. She walked into the room, looking down at the floor. Her friends saw her and jumped up from their seats. They rushed over to her, asking her lots of questions and sounding worried. "You're finally here! Orm, are you okay? Why haven't you been answering our messages and calls? And why has your phone been off since last night?" Prig asked, sounding really worried.

She raised her head to meet their gazes, her friends' expressions shifted to confusion and concern. The signs of stress were evident on her face, her puffy eyes betraying the sleepless night she had endured, despite attempts to conceal them. Becky reached out, holding her hand gently. "Orm, what happened to you?"

"I'll tell you later, right now I just want to finish this pictorial." She replied, making her way to her seat. They followed suit, their worry palpable in the silence that enveloped them. Sensing Orm's need for space, they chose to remain by her side in quiet support.

Prig, standing beside Becky, whispered angrily, "Whoever made her cry like this will have to deal with me." Yoko nudged her, a pained expression crossing her face at the outburst. "If I were you, I'd go back to your room. Why are you even here in our department?" She retorted.

"Go back to your department, Prigkhing. Let's just catch up later. The photoshoot is about to begin." Becky urged, prompting Prig to roll her eyes before making her way out of the room.

The picture-taking started, but Becky and Yoko couldn't stop looking at Orm. They were worried about her. They saw her smiling for the camera, but when the camera wasn't on her, her smile disappeared. Even with all the flashing lights and posing, everyone could see that Orm was really sad. Her friends felt bad for her.