Lala sat by the window, her eyes tracing the rain as it streaked down the glass. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside her heart. Her fingers clutched a small photo, slightly faded, showing three smiling faces beside her — Bibi, Mom, and CEO Kien.
A soft sob escaped her lips as memories flooded in like the pouring rain. Bibi’s laughter echoed in her mind — that high-pitched giggle that always filled a room with joy. Bibi had been more than a best friend; she was a sister in every way that mattered. Together, they had shared secrets, danced in the kitchen, and stayed up whispering late into the night.
Then came Mom — kind, gentle, and endlessly patient. Her warm hugs had been Lala’s safe place in a world full of confusion. She remembered how Mom used to hum lullabies while braiding her hair, or how she would always make her favorite tea when she was feeling down. It was hard to believe she was gone now, her voice only a whisper in the corridors of memory.
And CEO Kien — stern but kind. He had been a mentor, a father figure, and, in some strange way, a friend. Though he rarely smiled, when he did, it lit up his whole face. He had believed in Lala when she didn’t believe in herself, offering guidance and wisdom that shaped her path. She remembered their late-night talks about dreams and purpose, about life beyond work.
But now, they were all just memories.
Lala cried not only from loss, but from love — the kind of love that leaves a permanent mark on your soul. As the rain tapped gently against the windowpane, she whispered their names like a prayer, hoping the wind would carry her longing to wherever they were.
“I miss you… all of you,” she said through tears.
And in that moment, surrounded by the silence of her sorrow, Lala realized that even though they were gone, they had never truly left her heart.
