L: bae, finished work already. are u still sulking at me? :(
O: I told you I’m not sulking.
L: Orm…
O: I just landed in Shanghai. I’m tired.
Ling stared at the chat for a few seconds before typing again.
L: ate anything yet?
O: no appetite.
L: bae :(
No reply.
Bangkok was raining lightly outside Ling’s appartment. Her birthday flowers were still sitting in the corner of the living room, slowly wilting after four days.
Four days since the secret dinner.
Four days since Orm sat across from her in a quiet private room, feeding her cake while laughing softly under dim candlelight.
Four days since Ling had looked at her and thought: this is the only birthday moment i actually want to keep forever.
And maybe that was the problem.
Because Ling posted photos with friends. With coworkers. With everyone else.
Except Orm.
O: You know what’s funny?
L: hm?
O: Fans probably think I wasn’t even there.
Ling’s chest tightened immediately.
L: bae
O: I know why you didn’t post it.
O: I understand.
O: But understanding doesn’t mean I won’t feel sad.
Ling rubbed her face tiredly.
Because Orm never once asked for a public announcement. Never demanded anything impossible.
But sometimes love became painful in the smallest ways.
A missing photo.
An absent caption.
Having to pretend a beautiful memory never happened.
L: i looked at our photos a hundred times already.
O: But only you can look at them.
L: because they’re precious to me.
O: Your friends’ photos aren’t precious too?
Ling immediately sat up straighter.
L: hey. don’t do that.
O: then tell me what’s the difference.
Long pause.
Then
L: because when it’s you, i get scared.
Orm frowned at the screen.
O: scared of what?
L: that once i post it, people will start taking pieces of us away.
Ling looked down at the birthday picture still open on her phone. Orm sitting beside her with messy hair, smiling with her eyes half closed while holding onto Ling’s arm under the table.
Too soft. Too intimate.
Too real.
L: those pictures felt like they belonged only to us.
Shanghai was loud outside Orm’s hotel window, but inside her room everything suddenly became quiet.
Because she understood Ling.
That was the problem.
She always did.
O: You know I don’t actually care about posting.
L: i know.
O: I just hated seeing everyone else get memories with you publicly while I had to hide mine like a secret.
Ling’s heart ached instantly.
L: you’re not a secret.
O: Sometimes it feels like I am.
The message sat there for almost a full minute before Ling replied.
L: look at me.
O: impossible. we’re on chat.
Ling sent a video call immediately.
Orm stared at it for two seconds before answering.
Ling appeared on screen wearing glasses and an oversized hoodie, face tired after work but eyes impossibly soft the moment she saw Orm.
Neither of them spoke first.
Then Ling quietly said: “you know that birthday dinner was my favorite part of the whole week, right?”
Orm looked away first.
L: i would trade every public post that night just to sit there with u again.
O: cheesy.
L: true though.
Orm bit back a smile.
Ling noticed immediately.
L: there she is.
O: stop looking so happy over one smile.
L: can’t help it. missed my baobao.
Orm stayed quiet for a few seconds before mumbling softly
O: I still think you should’ve posted at least one picture with me.
Ling laughed quietly.
L: okay. next time i’ll post your forehead.
O: P’Ling
L: your hand then?
O: worse.
L: one strand of your hair?
This time Orm finally laughed properly, covering her face while shaking her head.
And somewhere between Bangkok rain and Shanghai city lights, the distance between them suddenly didn’t feel quite so unbearable anymore.
Source: in my delulu head 😗
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Ling: I feel like I'm not funny, I just say things..
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