In the days that followed, Alya couldn't escape the echoes of Orlando's words. They lingered in her mind, each one reverberating like the sound of a distant melody. The sound of your name... It haunted her, making her wonder if she was ready to move on from Evan, or if her heart was forever bound to the past.
Orlando seemed to sense her hesitation. He didn't push her, but he was there—always there, waiting patiently, like someone who understood the complexities of the human heart.
Alya knew she had a choice to make. A choice between holding on to a love that had once been and opening herself to something new, something real, with Orlando.
But could she really hear the sound of a new name over the echoes of the old one?