Exquisite Mission-Lingorm

Chapter 8

Hours passed, each tick of the clock echoing like a hollow reminder of the absence of Lingling's presence. Orm's eyes remained glued to the door, hoping and praying for Lingling to barge in and tell her it was all a misunderstanding. But as the moments slipped away, her initial hope began to fade, and a new feeling took its place - despair. The silence became her tormentor, consuming her thoughts and feeding her fears.

The harsh truth of Lingling's words stung, and still rang harshly in her ears, the accusations and pain seeping deep into her heart. She had bared her soul, exposed the truth and revealed her true feelings, only to be met with bitterness and anger. Her hands trembled, and the tears streamed down her cheeks like a relentless rain, the cold reality of her situation settling over her.

As the sun had begun sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched across the room. Orm's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, her body and mind pushing her towards the edge of sleep. Her gaze remained glued to the door, her eyes still filled with hope. But the battle against her own body was almost impossible to win. Finally, the darkness of sleep claimed her, pulling her into an uncertain abyss.

Meanwhile, Lingling sat alone in her study room, surrounded by papers and documents scattered across her desk. She was trying to focus on her work, to distract herself from this messy situation. Her fingers hovered over the documents, her eyes fixated on the words, but her mind elsewhere. She had hoped that working would help her clear her mind, but found herself constantly returning to thoughts of Orm.

As her thoughts continued to swirl, Lingling found her anger and doubt gradually giving way to compassion. Despite her best efforts to dismiss Orm's story, a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach told her there was more to the situation than met the eye.

She recalled the raw desperation in Orm's eyes, the pain etched on her face as she spilled her heart out. It was too real, too heartfelt to be nothing more than a calculated act.

Lingling's anger, while still present, started to lose its intense heat. The initial wave of fury she felt was now tempered by a budding sense of reason and understanding. The more she revisited Orm's confession, the more she began to see the raw and vulnerable side of the girl.

Lingling knew that Orm hadn't been completely honest about everything in their interactions, but she couldn't ignore the genuine emotions and anguish that had been laid bare in Orm's teary eyes.

As the hours crept by, Lingling's attempts to focus became more futile. Her thoughts kept wandering back to Orm, to the moments they'd shared, the conversations, the laughter, and the budding affection that had been abruptly shattered.

Lingling couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She needed to know that Orm was okay. Despite her conflicted feelings, she couldn't shake off the concern that weighed on her heart. With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself away from her cluttered desk, a wave of determination washing over her, and headed back to check on Orm.

She made her way to the room where Orm was staying, pushing the door open, only to find the girl in question sound asleep on the floor, curled up in a fetal position. Lingling's heart sank at the sight. She had never expected her to look so lost, so defeated. It was a drastic change from the fiery and vibrant Orm she was accustomed to.

Lingling couldn't shake the feeling that she had been needlessly harsh on the younger woman. As she watched her closely, she noticed that Orm's face was slightly moist. Gently, Lingling reached out, using her fingers to carefully wipe away the perspiration and tears on Orm's face with tender caresses.

Lingling couldn't bring herself to leave Orm lying on the cold, hard floor. With soft, tender hands, she scooped up the girl's slender form, taking care not to disturb her slumber. Carrying her to the bed and gently laying her down. In a moment of vulnerability, her fingers brushed away strands of hair from Orm's face, admiring the girl's beautiful features.