The Unwritten Chapter - LingOrm

A LOVE UNRAVELED

Orm, upon entering inside where Lingling stood, was immediately held by the older woman, offering comfort without words, gently patting her back.

Later, back inside the hotel room, the silence is suffocating. Lingling, unaware of the thing between the two girls earlier, watched silently as the younger woman sat and sobbed silently, her face buried in her hands. "View is the selfless person I've ever known." She mumbled.

Lingling, unsure of what to say, remained silent, her heart aching for the woman beside her. She knew Orm needed to release her emotions, so she simply held her close, letting the tears flow freely.

"I know you hated her from the start," Orm continued, Her words were barely a murmur. "She's going back to Paris."

She didn't need the older woman to speak, she just needed to bare her heart. The tears weren't just for her friend drifting away, but for the guilt that gnawed at her. She was crying because she couldn't return the love View had so freely given.

"She went to Valoria to find me," . "She didn't even know if it was safe, but she came anyway. She confessed her love for me, but I couldn't reciprocate."

Her tear-filled eyes shifted towards the woman beside her. "Because I couldn't love other people the same way I do to you. I've tried, but I just can't feel the same way about anyone else." She said with a sigh.

A weight lifted from the older one's shoulders. The doubts and anxieties that had plagued her vanished, replaced by a surge of relief. Finally, she heard the words she had longed for. Yet, a twinge of conscience pierced through her lightness. She had hated the Model, blinded by her own selfishness, unaware that View had been the one helping Orm through her darkest times.

Lingling realized her own shortcomings, the depth of her own self-centeredness. She had judged the girl without knowing her, without understanding the selfless love she had offered Orm.

Silence descended upon her as she replayed the encounter with the model at the restaurant restroom earlier that day.

View stood before the expansive mirror in the restroom, applying lipstick. She was waiting for the older woman who had disappeared into one of the cubicles.

When the woman emerged, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the model. Lingling quickly composed herself. She walked towards the sink, washing her hands as View spoke, her voice a soft but steady murmur, "I know you're following Orm. That's why you're here."

Lingling swallowed, her gaze fixed on the sink, refusing to meet her eyes. "W-what are you talking about?" she stammered.

View chuckled softly, a lighthearted tone in her voice. "You don't have to deny it."

Lingling finally met her gaze, her eyes narrowed in defiance. "Yes, I came to follow her because I don't trust you."

Instead of engaging in a heated argument, View simply offered a gentle smile. "But she trusted me."

The words struck the older one like a physical blow. They pierced through her carefully constructed defenses, leaving a gaping hole of doubt and insecurity.

"Don't worry, I'll be leaving for France soon"

Her glare shifted to confusion.

"I already confessed my love for her," View said, a wistful smile gracing her lips as she recalled the night she had finally spoken her heart. "She was neither accepting nor rejecting me. But at least I did it, right? I confessed my feelings to the woman you love. And even though she didn't say anything, I know deep down, it's you her heart is screaming for."