mikapea
Orm never expected the news to hit her so hard. Her beloved professor had passed away. The weight of grief settled deep in her chest as she made her way to the funeral home, hoping to pay her final respects.
What she didn't expect-what she never could have predicted-was that stepping into that solemn space would bring her face-to-face with someone from her past. Someone she hadn't seen in almost a decade.
Lingling.
Eight years had passed. Eight years since their last conversation, their last glance, their last goodbye. Orm had convinced herself that she had moved on, that time had washed away whatever feelings once tied her to Lingling.
But the moment her eyes landed on Lingling's face, framed by the dim light of mourning, the certainty she had clung to for so long began to waver.