"I... I think I have feelings for you too." "Really?" Ling breathed, her voice barely audible. A rush of emotions coursed through her, a mix of excitement and disbelief. She couldn't believe she was actually hearing these words from Orm. Orm nodded, her gaze intense. "Really," she affirmed, her voice low and husky. "I've been denying it for so long, but I can't anymore.

"You have a way with words," Orm said, her voice soft and husky. "You make even the most ordinary things sound interesting." The city hummed with a relentless rhythm, a cacophony of lives intersecting and diverging. In a quiet corner of this urban tapestry, Ling lived a life meticulously planned. Her days were a predictable ballet, a performance of perfection. Win, her fiancé, was the perfect partner, the missing piece to her carefully constructed puzzle. Yet, beneath the flawless facade, a secret thrived, a shadow cast by the city's neon lights. A clandestine rendezvous, a stolen moment of passion. A life parallel to the one Win presented to the world. Orm was a world away from the gilded cage that Ling called life. Immersed in vibrant colors and pulsating rhythms, she was an artist, her canvas a reflection of her soul. The city's concrete jungle was her muse, its energy fueling her passion. Ignorant of the lives that intersected and collided just miles away, she lived in a bubble of creativity, her heart open only to the strokes of her brush.