Old Days Break Free [ON HOLD]

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The unforgettable Past

Lorraine's POV

"It would be better if this were the background scene for the photoshoot; the hospital building and its logo would be visible. The model will have a good angle here as well." 

Athena’s voice, clear and authoritative, carried over to where I sat. 

She was in her element, confidently directing the photographer she had hired. 

I watched her from a distance, sitting on a bench beneath a concrete umbrella, the wind from the electric fan blowing against my face. 

Even amidst the warm breeze and the distant sounds of activity, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. 

She was captivating, effortlessly commanding the scene. 

And as usual, my mind began to wander into daydreams—an unfortunate habit whenever she was around. 

I could see her now, turning towards me with that poised grace she always had. 

She casually stroked her hair, combing it through with her fingers, a move so simple yet so elegant that it left me mesmerized. 

Athena looked stunning—handsome, athletic, and somehow hotter than the summer sun that blazed overhead. 

Her expressive eyes found mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. 

She smiled, and I found myself smiling back, my heart pounding in my chest as if I had just run a marathon. 

The connection between us felt electric, even though I knew better than to read too much into it. 

As she walked towards me, time seemed to slow down, every step she took bringing her closer to me in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. 

She was hot. 

Not just in the conventional sense, but in the way she carried herself. 

Dressed simply in a black t-shirt and matching black trousers, she made those plain clothes look like they belonged on a runway. 

She had that kind of presence. 

"Why are you just sitting here? The weather is too hot. Why don’t you stay inside the hospital? It’s cooler there." 

Her voice was soft, concerned even, as she came to a stop in front of me. 

I tilted my head up to meet her gaze, and for a moment, we simply stared at each other. 

Her eyes were searching mine, and I felt as if she could see right through me, straight to the thoughts I tried so hard to hide. 

I wanted to respond, to tell her why I was really there, but my words caught in my throat. 

Instead, I offered a weak smile and said, "Of course, I’m here to watch you. You’re so professional, that’s why I agreed to be the model for this advertisement in the first place."