The scent of fresh paint and new wood filled the air. Sunlight streamed through unfamiliar windows, bouncing off sleek tiles and modern furniture. The house was beautiful—clean lines, open spaces, everything carefully chosen. But to Lala, it felt… strange.
She padded slowly through the rooms of CEO Kien’s newly rebuilt home, her paws making soft clicks on the polished floor. Everything was new—but the warmth, the old warmth, was missing.
Gone was the faded rug where she used to nap beside Kien’s desk while he worked late into the night. The cozy corner in the kitchen, where she’d wait patiently for breakfast scraps, had been replaced by shiny appliances and spotless counters. Even the living room no longer smelled like the gentle mix of Kien’s cologne and Lala’s favorite blanket.
She paused at the foot of the stairs, nose twitching, ears tilted back. Her tail drooped just slightly. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the new home—it was beautiful. But her heart still lived in the old one.
That’s where she learned to wait quietly for him by the door. Where he once wrapped her in a towel during her first storm. Where they sat on the floor eating steamed buns, laughing at nothing.
Lala walked over to where the old window used to be—where she once waited every evening for Kien to return. She sat there now, quietly, gazing at the unfamiliar view.
Kien entered the room, noticing her stillness. He knelt beside her, placing a hand on her back.
“You remember, don’t you?” he whispered.
She leaned into him gently.
The house may have changed, but the memories lived on. And as long as they had each other, every wall would slowly fill again—with warmth, laughter, and new moments of love.
