WHISPERS OF LINGORM : A One-Shot Anthology - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Ling was all set to leave for her day out with Orm. A soft hum escaped her lips as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder, excitement buzzing in her veins. Just as she stepped into the living room, her mom’s playful voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Ling, my dear, where do you think you’re sneaking off to so early?"
Ling froze, glancing over her shoulder. Her mother sat on the couch, arms crossed and a sly smile playing on her lips. Ling smiled nervously, sensing that something was coming.
"Mom, it’s not that early," she replied, walking toward her. "I have plans. You know... important ones!"
Her mother raised an eyebrow, patting the seat beside her. "Oh, I’m sure they’re important. But humor your mother for a second. Come, sit here."
Ling sighed dramatically but plopped down beside her, grinning. "What is it, Mom? You’re looking at me like I’ve been caught red-handed."
"Well," her mom began, leaning in conspiratorially, "I couldn’t help but notice how much time you’ve been spending with Dr. Orm lately. Every weekend, in fact." She paused for effect, watching Ling’s face slowly turn pink. "So, tell me, are you two just friends, or is there something more going on?"
Ling’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushing as she tried to avoid her mom’s gaze. "Mom, why are you being so nosy?" she muttered, fiddling with her bag strap.
Her mom laughed softly, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Oh, don’t play innocent with me, Ling. I’ve raised you. I can tell when there’s a spark in my daughter’s eyes. So, what’s the story? Is there a ‘Dr. Orm and Ling’ love saga I should know about?"
Ling groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Mom, you’re impossible!"
"Come on, sweetheart, spill it! I promise I won’t tell the neighbors," her mom teased, nudging her playfully.
Ling finally gave up, throwing her hands in the air. "Fine! You win. P'mor and I… we’re dating, okay? She’s my girlfriend," she admitted, her voice softening at the end. "And it’s been three months now."
Her mom gasped, her expression caught somewhere between surprise and delight. "Three months? And you didn’t think to tell me? Am I not your favorite confidante anymore?"
Ling laughed, leaning against her mom’s shoulder. "Mom, it’s not like that! I just… wanted to make sure it was something serious before I told you."
Her mom tilted her head, looking at Ling with gentle eyes. "And is it serious?"
Ling nodded, her voice firm. "It is. She means the world to me."
Her mother smiled warmly, reaching out to cup Ling’s cheek. "My kiddo is grown up now...I am so happy for you. But promise me one thing," she said softly. "If you love her this much, never let her go. Relationships take work, but they’re worth it when the love is real. And just so you know, I’m rooting for both of you."
Ling felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She threw her arms around her mom, holding her tightly. "Thanks, Mom. That means everything to me."
Her mom hugged her back, stroking her hair gently. "Just remember, I’m always here for you, okay? Now go, before you keep your girlfriend waiting. And tell Orm she’s officially invited to dinner soon!"
Ling pulled back, grinning ear to ear. She planted a quick kiss on her mom’s cheek. "You’re the best, Mom! I’ll let her know."
Her mom chuckled as Ling darted toward the door. "And don’t think this gets you out of answering all my questions later!"
Ling laughed, waving as she disappeared out the door. "Deal! Love you!"
Her mom watched her leave, a soft smile lingering on her lips. "Ah, young love," she murmured to herself, shaking her head fondly
Soon, Ling reached Orm, and the day unfolded in a mix of excitement and joy. They spent the hours exploring, laughing, and talking about everything—completely in tune with each other. Ling shared with Orm about her conversation with her mother, revealing how supportive her mom had been about their relationship. Orm smiled, her heart swelling with affection for Ling and the connection they shared, grateful that Ling had such a strong bond with her mom. The day passed in perfect harmony, with both of them looking forward to more moments together.
Orm drove back home after spending the day with Ling, her heart filled with pride and love. Ling had done something incredibly brave—she had confessed their relationship to her mother without hesitation. That courage inspired Orm, it also made her reflect on her own situation. She had been avoiding telling her parents, but with their increasing hints about marriage, she knew she couldn’t delay it much longer. Tonight, with dinner planned with her family, felt like the perfect moment to tell them.
As Orm stepped into her home, the aroma of fresh, home-cooked food welcomed her. She walked directly to the dining area, expecting a quiet family dinner, but her steps slowed as she noticed an unfamiliar man seated with her parents. They were engrossed in conversation, while the house staff busied themselves setting the table.
Her father noticed her first, smiling warmly. “Orm, you’re here! Come, sit here”
Her mother gestured for her to sit as well, smiling softly. Orm nodded, sitting down with a polite smile.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” her father asked casually.
Orm replied, “It was good, Dad.” Her gaze shifted to the man, and she was about to ask about him when her father introduced him.
“Good, Orm Meet Anan. He’s the son of an old friend of mine. He’s been abroad for years and just returned to Bangkok for some time.”
Anan smiled warmly and extended his hand. “Hello, Orm”
“Hello, nice to meet you..” Orm replied politely, shaking his hand before focusing on her plate.
As the dinner began, most of the conversation revolved around Anan—his education, his career, and his accomplishments. Orm listened silently, but unease began to build in her chest. Something about the way her father spoke felt off.
Her suspicions were confirmed when her father said, “Since Anan is in Bangkok for a while, why don’t you two spend some time together? You know, get to know each other better.”
Orm blinked, her confusion evident. “Get to know each other? What do you mean, Dad? If Anan wants to explore Bangkok, I can take him around—with my friends. But what’s this ‘get to know each other’ about?”
Her father chuckled, trying to downplay the tension. “Relax, sweetheart. I just meant it’s good to talk and spend time. Who knows? If life brings you two together, it’ll make things easier.”
Orm’s stomach churned. “So, I was thinking right. This isn’t just a family dinner—it’s matchmaking, isn’t it?”
Her father smiled awkwardly, while her mother avoided her gaze, looking guilty.
“It’s not like that, dear,” her father insisted. “It’s just an introduction.”
Orm looked between her parents and sighed deeply. She decided to speak the truth. “Mom, Dad, I love you so much, and I respect you two alot. That’s why I want to be honest. I’m already in love with someone.”
The air grew still. Her father’s smile faded, and her mother’s eyes widened slightly. Orm hesitated, then continued, her voice steady. “Her name is Ling—Mom’s friend’s and my boss’s daughter.”
Her mother’s expression softened into one of quiet relief, but her father’s face turned rigid.
“We’ll talk about this later, orm” he said, his tone curt. “For now, let’s finish dinner. Get to know Anan, at least as friends.”
Orm’s chest tightened, but she refused to back down. “Dad, if I already have ling in my life from the last three months then, what’s the point? I’m not going to entertain this.”
Anan shifted uncomfortably, clearly caught in the middle of a family conflict he hadn’t anticipated. “Maybe we should discuss this another time,” he suggested diplomatically.
Her father ignored him, his voice hardened. “Three months? With a girl? And you didn’t think to tell us?”
His raised voice startled Orm. He had never spoken to her like this before.
“I’ve supported you in everything, Orm—your choices, your studies, your career, even when you chose to focus on medicine instead of business. But this? This is ridiculous orm. Only A man can bring stability and maturity. A relationship with a man is what’s best for you.”
Orm’s eyes filled with tears, but her voice didn’t waver. “ You are wrong dad, your thinking is wrong, women can also support and create relationship as men, everything and everyone is equal and I love Ling, Dad. And I’ll spend my life with her—no one else.”
Her father slammed his hand on the table, standing abruptly. “Orm, stop arguing! I will never accept this relationship!”
Tears rolled down Orm’s cheeks as she choked out, “You’ve always understood me, Dad. Why can’t you understand this? I love Ling, and nothing will change that!” With that, she stormed out of the room, her heart breaking as she retreated to her room.
In her room, Orm collapsed onto her bed, tears streaming down her face. Her phone buzzed—it was Ling calling. For a moment, she hesitated. She didn’t want to burden Ling with this, but she needed her and answered the call.
“Ling…” her voice cracked, and that was all it took for Ling to understand.
“P’Mor, what happened? Why are you crying?” Ling’s voice was filled with concern.
Orm broke down and told Ling everything—about the dinner, Anan, her father’s reaction, and their argument.
Ling listened silently before saying firmly, “Don't worry P'mor, I’m coming”
“No, Ling,” Orm protested, her voice trembling. “It’s late and Dad’s furious. You shouldn’t come.”
“I don’t care,” Ling replied resolutely, ending the call before Orm could stop her.
Ling grabbed her car keys in a hurry, her heart pounding with worry for Orm. As she rushed to the door, her mother called out from the living room.
"Ling! Where are you running off to at this hour?"
Ling stopped, turning back briefly. “P'mor needs me, Mom. There was an argument with her parents, and she’s upset.”
Her mother frowned, walking toward her. “What happened? Did she tell you what it was about?”
Ling hesitated but decided to be honest. “They found out about us. Her dad doesn’t approve, and… she’s really struggling right now.”
Her mother’s expression softened. “This is going to be hard for both of you, Ling. Are you sure you’re ready to face this?”
Ling nodded firmly. “I love her, Mom. I can’t let her face this alone.”
Her mother placed a hand on Ling’s shoulder. “Then go. But remember, respect is key. Even if they’re upset, don’t lose your temper.”
Ling smiled faintly, grateful for her mother’s understanding. “I won’t. Thanks, Mom.”
With that, Ling dashed out, climbing into her car and speeding toward Orm’s house, determination etched on her face.
Ling parked her car outside Orm’s house, taking a deep breath before stepping out. Without hesitation, she walked up to the door and rang the bell.
The door opened, revealing Orm’s mother. Her expression turned to surprise upon seeing Ling. “Ling? What are you doing here at this hour?”
Ling bowed slightly, her voice polite but firm. “Good evening, Auntie. I came to see P'mor. I heard about what happened, and I couldn’t just stay away.”
Behind Orm’s mother, her father appeared, his face tense and stern. “You have a lot of nerve coming here huh?,” he said, his tone cold.
Ling took a deep breath, maintaining her composure. “I apologize if my presence is unwelcoming, Uncle. But I am concerned for P'mor, and I needed to make sure that she’s okay.”
Orm’s mother looked at her husband, clearly torn. “Naruemon, let her in. She’s just worried about Orm.”
Reluctantly, her father stepped aside, allowing Ling to enter. She greeted both of them politely before asking, “Where is P'mor?”
“She’s in her room,” her mother said, her tone soft.
Ling nodded and took a step toward the hallway, but her father’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Wait.”
Ling turned to face him, her hands clasped in front of her.
“I need to speak with you before you see my daughter,” he said, his voice stern. “Do you even understand the mess you’ve created?”
Ling swallowed hard but nodded. “I do, Uncle. And I’m willing to take responsibility for my actions.”
Her father crossed his arms, his frustration evident. “Do you even know what responsibility means? You’re four years younger than her, barely starting your career, and constantly involved in fights with others like a brat. How do you expect to take care of her? She needs stability, maturity, and someone who can provide for her in every way. Can you do that?”
Ling listened silently, her head bowed slightly in respect.
He continued, his voice rising. “This isn’t just about love and money Ling. It’s about building a life together, and love alone isn’t enough. No doubt you have a lot of money but this doesn't mean I'll give my daughter to someone like you. Orm needs someone who can handle the weight of a marriage, someone who can secure her future. What can you offer her? You’re still a child yourself.”
Ling’s hands clenched at her sides, but she kept her tone calm. “Uncle, I understand your concerns. And I know I’m not perfect. But I love P'mor deeply, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy. I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but I can promise you this: I’ll always stand by her side, no matter what.”
Her father scoffed. “Promises are easy to make, Ling. But actions speak louder. And so far, I’ve seen nothing that convinces me you’re the right person for her.”
Orm’s mother stepped in gently. “Naruemon, that’s enough. Ling came here out of concern for Orm. Let her see her.”
The faint sound of her father’s stern voice reached Orm's ears, drawing her out of her room. Her heart raced with anticipation—could Ling really be here? She hurried out, her hopes high, but she was unprepared for what awaited her.
Stepping into the living room, Orm froze at the sight. Ling stood there, her poise unwavering, yet the tension in the air was undeniable. Orm's father was speaking to Ling, his tone sharp, his words harsh. Orm couldn’t bear it any longer. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward Ling.
“Ling…” Orm called out, her voice trembling as tears brimmed in her eyes.
Ling turned her head at the sound, her expression softening instantly. “P’Mor…” she whispered, her voice carrying both warmth and concern.
Before Ling could say another word, Orm threw herself into her arms. She clung tightly, burying her face into Lingling’s shoulder as if seeking solace from the storm brewing around them.
Ling, protective and steady, wrapped her arms securely around Orm. One hand rested gently on Orm’s head, the other encircling her waist, holding her close. Her voice was a soothing balm as she murmured, “Don’t worry P'mor, I’m here. Don't cry...”
Orm’s grip on Lingling tightened, her silent plea for comfort and safety echoing through the embrace. Her mother watched the scene with a mix of relief and acceptance, but her father’s fury was uncontainable.
“Orm!” he roared, his voice sharp enough to pierce the moment.
Lingling’s hold on Orm didn’t falter, her protective stance unwavering even under the weight of his anger.
But before he could say more, his face twisted in agony. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath before collapsing on the floor.
“Dad!” Orm screamed, pulling away as her father collapsed to the floor.
Chaos erupted. Orm’s mother let out a terrified cry, rushing to her husband’s side. Orm knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she tried to shake him awake.
“Dad, please! What’s happening?”
Lingling was already beside them, her calm voice cutting through the panic. “He’s having a heart attack. We need to git him to the hospital right now.”
She pulled out her phone and made the call, her voice steady and authoritative as she relayed the situation to emergency services. “Male, mid-50s, cardiac arrest. We need immediate transport to SMI.”
Minutes felt like hours as they waited for the ambulance. Ling checked his pulse, her hands moving with precision. “P'mor, relax take deep breaths. We’ll get him through this, trust me P'mor” she said firmly, her presence an anchor amidst the chaos.
The ambulance arrived, and the paramedics swiftly loaded him onto a stretcher. Ling accompanied them, guided Orm and her mother into the vehicle.
At SMI, Ling immediately took charge, though she didn’t perform the surgery herself. She trusted the cardiac team she had carefully assembled and monitored every detail, reviewing charts, ensuring medication was administered correctly, and overseeing the procedure from start to finish.
Orm and her mother waited anxiously in the hallway, their fear palpable. Ling stepped out briefly to reassure them. “The surgery is underway, and he’s in good hands. Stay strong, both of you.”
Orm looked at her, tears streaking her face. “Ling, what if… what if something happens to him?”
Ling knelt in front of her, taking her hands gently. “P'mor, listen to me. He’s strong, and he’s in the best care. We’ll get through this together. I promise.”
Orm nodded, her grip tightening on Ling’s hands.
Two days later, Orm’s father regained consciousness. As he opened his eyes, he saw the world through a glass partition. On the other side, Ling was speaking softly to a nurse, her expression focused yet kind.
Beside her, Orm sat slouched on a couch, asleep with her head resting on Ling's shoulder. Her mother sat on the other side, sipping tea that Ling had likely brought. The exhaustion on their faces was undeniable, but there was a calmness there too—a sense of security that Ling had provided.
He watched Ling carefully, observing the way she balanced everything so seamlessly. She didn’t just ensure he received the best care; she also made sure Orm and her mother were fed, rested, and comforted. The sight of Ling tucking the blanket more securely around Orm caused a pang of guilt to pierce his heart.
For the first time, he questioned his own beliefs. He had always thought only a man could provide stability, strength, and care in a relationship. But Ling had done all of that and more, proving him wrong with every action.
Days passed, and Ling remained a constant presence. She ensured Orm and her mother took breaks, sending them home to rest while she stayed at the hospital to take care of him, Ling's mother also visited him and became a constant source of support and strength for Orm's mother.
One evening, after Orm and her mother left reluctantly under Ling insistence, he father finally spoke to her. “Lingling.”
She turned to him, surprised but respectful. “Yes, Uncle? You need something?”
“No,......I’ve watched you these past days,” he began, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. “You’ve cared for my family as if they were your own. You’ve shown me the depth of your love for Orm—and for that, I’m grateful.”
He said, his words slow but deliberate. “I… I owe you an apology ling.”
Lingling frowned slightly. “Uncle, you don’t need to—”
He held up a hand to stop her. “Please, let me say this. I’ve been wrong about many things. I thought… I thought only a man could bring stability to a marriage, that only a man could take care of a family. But I’ve seen you these past days. The way you’ve cared for Orm, for my wife, for me…” His voice cracked slightly. “You’ve done more than I ever thought. And I… I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner, I am sorry for being harsh on you.”
Lingling’s eyes softened, her voice quiet. “Uncle, Don't stress please....P'mor will scold me" she said trying to make the atmosphere light and orm's father chuckled then she continued "I understand. Your concern for P'mor comes from love. I never held it against you.”
He took a shaky breath. “Still, I was wrong. And now, I see how much you love her. How much she means to you. You’ve already proven you can be her partner in every way.”
Ling smiled and, sat beside his bed, her eyes earnest. “I love P'mor deeply, Uncle. She is my world and I promise to always stand by her and take care of her, no matter what.”
He nodded, his gaze filled with newfound respect. “I can see that now. Orm’s happiness lies with you, and you two have my blessing.”
Tears filled Lingling’s eyes, but she smiled, a weight lifting from her heart. “Thank you, Uncle. It means everything to us.”
Weeks had passed since Orm’s father was discharged from the hospital. While his health had improved, the tension in the household lingered. Orm noticed her father’s softened demeanor toward Ling, but she could tell that he still hadn’t fully accepted their relationship.
Ling, on the other hand, was trying her best to maintain peace. She respected Orm’s father’s wishes and didn’t push too hard, even though it pained her to see Orm caught in the middle.
Orm had decided to stay silent—for now. She knew her father’s condition was fragile, and she didn’t want to worsen it with arguments. But deep down, she had already resolved that if Ling wasn't going to be the part of her life, then no one else would ever be.
One evening, Orm’s father called her into the living room. Her mother was there too, looking unusually excited.
“Orm,” her father began, his tone measured, “your mother and I were thinking… It’s time for you to meet someone.”
Orm’s heart dropped. She clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure. “Dad, I thought we talked about this. I'll not meet anyone—”
Her father raised a hand to stop her. “Just hear me out. We’ve arranged a meeting tomorrow. You don’t have to agree to anything, but we want you to just come with us...... Please.”
Orm hesitated. Her instinct was to refuse, but the look in her father’s eyes stopped her. He seemed genuinely hopeful, and she didn’t have the heart to cause him pain in this condition.
“Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But I’m only doing this for you. But please don't expect anything from me”
Next day, Orm found herself dressed and sitting in the backseat of her parents’ car, feeling utterly defeated. She barely spoke during the drive, her thoughts racing with how she would reject whoever her parents had chosen.
When they arrived at the venue—a charming, upscale restaurant by the riverside—Orm’s suspicions grew. The place was too grand for a simple meeting.
“Why are we here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at her parents.
Her mother just smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see.”
As they walked into the private dining area, Orm froze—Standing at the center of the room, dressed impeccably in a white suit, was Ling. A soft smile graced her lips, but her eyes were filled with love.
She was surrounded by family—her mother, and even a few close friends.
“Ling?” Orm whispered, her heart pounding.
Ling stepped forward, holding out her hand before whispering “Well, Surprise?”
Orm turned to her parents, her confusion evident. Her father, for the first time these days had a genuine smile on his face “Go on, Orm,” he said, his voice filled with warmth.
Ling led Orm to the center of the room, where a small stage had been set up. Soft music played in the background, and the walls were adorned with photos of their happiest moments together—some Orm didn’t even remember being taken.
“P'mor,” Ling began, her voice steady but emotional, “I know the past few weeks haven’t been easy. But through it all, my love for you has only grown stronger. You’ve shown patience, strength, and loyalty that I admire more than words can say.”
Orm’s eyes filled with tears, her hand trembling in Ling's.
“I spoke to your parents,” Ling continued, glancing at Orm’s parents with a grateful smile. “And I promised them the same thing I’m about to promise you: I will always love you, protect you, and stand by your side, no matter what.”
Ling then knelt down on one knee, pulling out a stunning diamond ring.
“P'mor Orm Kornnaphat Sethratanapong, You are my everything, my heart, my soul, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. Will you marry me?"
Orm’s hands flew to her mouth, her emotions overwhelming her, tears rolled down her cheeks as she glanced at her father, unsure of what to do. To her surprise, he nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
With a sob, Orm turned back to Ling. “Yes. A thousand times, yes!”
Ling slipped the ring onto Orm’s finger before standing and pulling her into a tight embrace. The room erupted in applause.
Two Years Later......
Ling stood at the altar, looking absolutely stunning in her wedding attire. Her gown, a work of art, was a soft white color, adorned with intricate lace detailing and shimmering accents that caught the light beautifully. The bodice was fitted perfectly to her figure, a timeless elegance. Her long hair was styled in a bun. In her hands, she held a bouquet of fresh white roses, their fragrance mingling with the joy in the air as she waited for her bride-to-be, Orm.
Orm, radiant in her own dress, entered the room, her smile lighting up ling's face. She wore a classic ivory dress with a simple yet elegant design. The dress flowed to the floor, and the fabric shimmered gently with every step she took. Orm’s beauty was undeniable, a perfect complement to Ling's striking elegance. As their eyes met, their hearts beat in unison, a bond that had grown even stronger over the past two years.
The father, with a smile, turned to the couple. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Lingling Sirilak Kwong and Orm Kornnaphat Sethrathanapong.
Do you, Lingling Sirilak Kwong, take Orm to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Ling, her heart full of love, with ear to ear smile, replied, “I do, I do, I do!!!!!”
The father then turned to Orm. "And do you, Orm Kornnaphat Sethrathanapong, take Lingling to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Orm’s voice was sweet and loving as she answered, “I do.”
The father nodded and smiled. "Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss now."
As the words echoed in the room, Ling gently cupped Orm’s face, her eyes filled with love and tenderness. Slowly, she leaned in, about to kiss her. But then Orm suddenly stopped her, her eyes filled with concern.
"Wait!" Orm said, her voice soft but firm.
Ling paused, slightly confused but not questioning. The rest of the guests watched with bated breath, wondering what was happening. Orm took Ling's hand, gently holding her wrist and looking at it closely.
"Now, what’s this? How did you get this injury?" Orm asked, her gaze shifting from Ling’s wrist to her face.
Ling's smile faltered, and she nervously scratched the back of her neck, her gaze avoiding Orm's. She murmured softly to herself, just loud enough for Orm to hear, but not anyone else
"Dead... escaping a Trauma Surgeon is impossible."
“Ling, answer me!” Orm said, crossing her arms, standing tall, her tone commanding yet full of concern. It was clear that, in this moment, Orm was the one calling the shots.
Ling sighed, knowing she couldn't escape. With a quiet resignation, she slowly opened the band-aid of her wrist, revealing a tattoo. She smiled as she watched Orm’s face, ready for her reaction.
The tattoo read:
พ่อหมอ ออม
รัก ชีวิต จิตวิญญาณ
English:
P'mor Orm
Love, Life, Soul
Orm froze, her hand instinctively going to her mouth in surprise, and she looked at Ling, her expression a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.
"Are you crazy?" Orm said, her voice a mix of affection and disbelief, looking at Ling. "Ling, Do you enjoy troubling me? Why do you keep hurting yourself over and over again?" she said, her tone scolding but filled with affection. "You can’t just get tattoos like that!"
Ling lowered her gaze like a child caught in mischief, her lips curling into a guilty smile. "Sorry, P'mor," she said softly, almost like a child apologizing, making everyone around them chuckle at the adorable exchange.
Orm couldn’t help but smile, her heart softening as she shook her head. "You're unbelievable," she said, her voice sweet and playful. The whole room, laughed at their playful banter.
Ling, feeling the warmth of Orm’s reprimand, leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, P'mor, don’t scold me today," she said, a smile dancing on her lips as she moved closer to Orm, leaning in for a kiss.
But Orm, gently placed her hand over Ling's heart, stopping her. "Stay still" Orm said, her voice soft yet commanding with a smile,
"Heart patient....."
Ling paused, her heart swelling as she realized that Orm remembered the word, when first time ling flirted with her. She could feel the same tenderness in Orm's voice, the same protective care, and it made her heart race. The memories of those first moments between them were alive again, and it made Ling feel cherished and loved in a way she could never fully describe.
Ling’s smile widened, but she stayed still, her gaze never leaving Orm's. Slowly, Orm caressed Ling’s wrist once more, the tattoo now fully imprinted in her heart and mind, before she gently cupped Ling’s face. Their gazes locked, and Orm leaned in, pressing her lips softly to Ling’s, their kiss full of love and tenderness, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes of their journey, of the two years of love and trust they had built together.
The kiss deepened, their hearts syncing perfectly, And in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. They were home in each other’s arms.