After spending enough time together—long enough that their connection deepened far beyond words—Mika and Cecilia eventually parted ways.
Cecilia walked out of the hospital room with her coat slightly disheveled, a light flush lingering on her cheeks and a newfound glow that seemed to radiate from within her.
When she rejoined her colleagues, their reactions were immediate.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" One of the nurses asked, narrowing her eyes. "You look...different."
"Yeah." Another chimed in with a teasing grin. "You suddenly look more mature. Like you aged a few years...in a good way."
Cecilia's glasses turned foggy.
"N-Nothing happened! It's not like that at all!" She stammered, waving her hands frantically.
But her colleagues weren't convinced. They traded knowing looks and mischievous smiles, whispering among themselves.
"Sure, sure. Nothing happened." one said with a laugh. "You're literally glowing, Cecilia. You can't fake that."
