The scars on Ling's heart began to heal when Orm entered her life. What started as hatred slowly blossomed into unexpected love, and just when Orm was ready to embrace her future as Ling's wife, the past came knockingㅡMatalada, Orm's first love, returned, forcing her to make an agonizing choice... and she left Ling behind. Three years later, Orm is backㅡdetermined to win Ling's heart again. But Ling is no longer the same woman she left behind. Now Ling has Jack, a successful and charming man who seems to have everything. Orm must face her greatest battle yetㅡfighting for the love she abandoned. But does she still have a place in Ling's heart, or has she returned too late to rewrite their love story? LINGORM UNIVERSE #02 DISCLAIMER: All characters, names, organizations, groups, events, and settings are fictitious.

DISCLAIMER This story is purely fictional. It has no connection to real-life events, individuals, or entities, whether living or deceased. Any similarities are purely coincidental and unintentional. Ling Ling Kwong & Orm Kornnaphat, of course, are lovely girls and not as the characters mentioned in this fanfiction. Remember, this is a fanfiction! Enjoy! **All photos are credited to their respective owners. Prologue The first time Ling met Orm, she was six years old, hiding behind her mother's leg at a bustling café filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was her parents' favorite place, though she never paid much attention to it-until that day. Orm, a little girl in an oversized apron, stood on her tiptoes behind the counter, stacking sugar packets with intense focus. She looked up, locking eyes with Ling, and grinned. "You wanna help?" Orm had asked, holding out a packet. Ling hesitated. She had never been invited to do something so ordinary before. But the warmth in Orm's voice was different from the polished, rehearsed greetings she was used to. From that moment on, Ling and Orm were inseparable. Their differences never seemed to matter. Ling, with her designer dresses and chauffeur-driven rides, and Orm, in her simple clothes, always smelling faintly of coffee beans and warm pastries. They built their own world within the walls of that small café, sharing secrets, dreams, and laughter. But some things were never said out loud. Orm never told Ling that her heart raced whenever Ling smiled at her. Or that she memorized every little habit-the way Ling twirled her straw in iced coffee, or how she tapped her nails against the table when she was deep in thought. And Ling? She was blissfully unaware, believing that nothing between them would ever change. Until the day she fell in love with someone else.

Four years ago, Orm confessed her feelings to Lingling in high school-and Ling rejected her. Now in her final year of college, Orm lives quietly in a small apartment, still a hopeless romantic but convinced some wounds never heal. Her life is steady, predictable, and alone-until the vacant apartment next door is suddenly occupied. By Ling. Neither expected to meet again, and neither is ready for the unresolved feelings that stir with every knock on the door, every late-night sound through the too-thin walls, and every memory that refuses to stay buried. What begins as awkward neighborly encounters slowly unfolds into something deeper, tender, and impossible to ignore. But can love grow again between walls built of rejection, regret, and time? --- A LingOrm Fan Fiction / AU

She thought she was dying. She dreamed of love. But what if the girl she fell for... was real all along? After a terrible accident leaves Orm in a coma, her soul begins drifting - not into the afterlife, but into Ling's apartment. Ling, a quiet illustrator still mourning her own losses, thinks she's losing her mind when a sarcastic, beautiful "ghost" starts appearing in her kitchen. Over cups of invisible tea and rooftop confessions, they fall into a strange, beautiful rhythm... and slowly, into love. But Ling doesn't know Orm is still alive. And Orm doesn't know she was never just a dream. This is a story about two souls that find each other in the in-between. About memory, second chances, and the kind of love that refuses to let go - even when the world does.