Whispers in the Dark [LingOrm]

Confessions

Orm's pov

"Go on, explain it," I urged, my voice steady but my heart pounding in my chest. I needed to understand why she'd left, why she'd hurt me so deeply.

 Ling took a deep breath, her eyes avoiding mine as she began. "So... as I grew up, my sister and I were taught that love like ours doesn't exist," she started, her voice low and filled with a quiet pain. "My father is a homophobic man, and his beliefs were drilled into us from a young age. The idea of being who I am—of loving who I love—was something he would never accept. I had to find an escape from all his insults and hate, and for a long time, that escape was alcohol."

She paused, her eyes darkening with the weight of her memories. "Win... Win isn't in love with me. We're together because I needed to test if I really knew what I wanted, to see if maybe my father was right and I could just force myself to be... normal. But the truth is, I've never felt anything for him like I feel for you. Not even close. Not even last night."

My breath caught in my throat. "Wait, you've already done it with him?"

Ling's face tightened, and she shook her head firmly. "Orm, that part isn't relevant," she said, trying to steer the conversation back on track. "My sister recently started dating a girl. She loves that girl, and I know it, but my father doesn't. When she told him about it..." She sighed deeply, the sound heavy with the weight of unspoken fears. "He was harsh to her, said things I can't even imagine—things she won't repeat. She said, 'some things are meant to stay unsaid,' and I think she's right."

Ling hesitated, her voice growing quieter as she continued, "My father has a history of heart problems. When he heard about my sister, he fainted, and now he's in the hospital." She looked at me, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I left without telling you because I had to see him. I had to make sure he was okay."

I nodded slowly, trying to piece together the fragments of her story. "And leaving at 3 AM? What was that about?"

She looked down, guilt etched across her features. "I know what we did, and I know what I felt. But I was scared, Orm. If we had to separate, I didn't want you to suffer, so I thought it would be easier if I just... disappeared. I didn't want you to think I was just using you, but in the end, I messed up." Her voice cracked slightly, and I could see the regret in her eyes. She reached out, and I finally took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine.

"Is he better now?" I asked softly, the anger in my chest slowly dissolving into concern.

"He's still sleeping," she murmured.

A wave of relief washed over me, but the insecurity still lingered. "I got kind of insecure when you left," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "Like maybe I didn't express enough that I loved you, or that what we shared wasn't enough, or that you didn't love me."

Ling squeezed my hand gently, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you, babe, but I was scared of having to lose you," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What we shared was amazing—just a little... intense."

"Sorry?" I said, feeling a pang of guilt, wondering if I'd gone too far.

She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "You don't have to apologize. It was incredible. You really love me, huh?" she teased, pinching my cheek lightly. "I just had a little trouble standing and walking the next day, but that's okay." She blushed slightly, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright," I said, still grinning. "So... you're not going to leave me again?"

"Maybe, but only if I don't tell my dad," she said with a playful smirk, and I just nodded, understanding her need for time.

Even though I didn't want to be a secret, I could live with it for now. It was just for him, not for the world, and I could respect that. I also understood her point—her dad could die if she told him, and maybe he could become more open-minded once her sister fully came out, right?

"Babe? What are you thinking about?" she asked as we walked towards our bedroom, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

 "Just thinking," I replied, my mind still lingering on everything she'd said.

"Hey, come here," she said, opening her arms. I embraced her tightly, feeling her warmth and her love. "You're not going to be a secret, okay? I just need time to tell him. I love you more than anything in this world, but it has to be the right time because I don't want to be the cause of my father's death."

"Thanks, sweetie," I whispered, kissing her softly. It was a relief to my stormed heart, a balm to the wounds I hadn't even realized were still bleeding.

...

As we entered the bedroom, Ling threw herself onto the bed with a contented sigh. "I miss this bed so much. Mine is so uncomfortable and cold and empty," she said with a hint of a pout.

"Oh, you missed just the bed?" I teased her, raising an eyebrow.

 She rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on, I just said I love you. You know I missed you more, but I have to rest now because my back is like, dead," she complained, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

 "What could that be from?" I asked teasingly.

"My bad bed, Orm. My bad bed, not you," she retorted, heading toward the bathroom to take a shower. As she reached the doorway, she paused and looked back at me with a sly grin. "Wanna join me?"

I blushed at the suggestion, unsure if she was serious. "To take a shower?" I stammered.

"Obviously," she replied, her grin widening as she took off her shirt, revealing a black bra underneath. My mind flashed back to the other night when it was dark red. "You've already seen it all."

"Fine," I said, feeling a thrill of excitement as I followed her into the bathroom.

...

After our shower, Ling lay back down on the bed, sighing deeply. "Ahhh, I'm so dead. Work is literally killing me," she said, her voice filled with exaggerated drama. "Like literally, it feels like every contract I read, a knife is stabbing me."

"You are such a drama queen," I said, laughing as I lay down beside her.

"I'm not! My work has doubled because I'm also handling my dad's papers," she complained, pouting slightly.

"Oh my, how could she be so full of work?" I said mockingly, pulling her close and hugging her tightly.

"And you? How's work been?" she asked, her voice softening as she looked at me.

 "I haven't done anything. My mind was elsewhere," I admitted, feeling a bit guilty for neglecting my responsibilities.

"Elsewhere is like a private island for me?" she joked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe," I replied, smiling at her. After a few minutes, we both drifted off to sleep, her warmth beside me a comfort I hadn't realized I needed so badly.

...

3 AM

I suddenly woke up, startled, and frantically searched for her in the dark. "Ling!" I called out, panic seeping into my voice.

 "Mmm?" she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with exhaustion.

 "Oh, sorry. You're here," I said, relief flooding me as I hugged her tightly again.

"Orm, you're going to suffocate me," she mumbled, her voice husky with sleep.

"If I do, you won't leave, right?" I asked, holding her even tighter, my fear of losing her again still fresh in my mind.

 "Are you okay with sleeping with a corpse?" she replied dryly, her sense of humor shining through even in her drowsiness.

"Ew, no," I said, loosening my grip slightly but still holding her close, needing her presence to calm the storm within me. 

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