Chapter 29
Reyansh
God, how can Amyra be so lazy by turning off the alarm only to fall back asleep?
I clearly told her we needed to start our Singapore day out at 5 AM. Yet when I knocked on her door after getting ready, just to check on her, she was still in her night clothes, hair a mess. When I taunted her for not being ready, she groaned about being in a deep sleep and casually mentioned she’d turned off the alarm.
I know how much she hates waking up early, so I’d seen this coming. That’s why I made sure to get ready first and check on her. Thankfully, we still have time for her to freshen up. I end up strolling the corridor, hands in my pockets, waiting for her door to open and for her to finally show up, ready for the day.
My look today is all about comfort and effortlessness. Grey tailored trousers, a soft hoodie layered under a dark denim jacket, the contrast relaxed yet put together. Black-and-white sneakers ground the look, made for walking the city without thinking twice. Singapore calls for something cool and easy, but I don’t forget my signature silver jewellery, chains at my neck, rings on my fingers. I might sound silly or unserious, but I can’t contain my excitement about what she’ll wear today, whether it’sher usual silk shirt and trousers or her favourite jeans styled just right.
Then I hear the soft creak of the door. I rush toward her suite, and my breath stills.
Amyra steps out in a cream knit top, sleeves relaxed, paired with a flowing brown midi skirt that moves gently with every step. Neutral pumps with dark tips, practical, elegant, and a structured beige sling bag resting against her side. Nothing excessive, yet everything refined. Even her accessories are quiet, chosen for ease rather than attention.
I’m completely smitten.
Her soft makeup says it all that she doesn’t dress to impress; she dresses to feel comfortable. And somehow, that makes her unbearably beautiful.
I wish I could already call her mine.
"Wow, Rey, you’re such a stunner with your effortlessly chic style. I really love that hoodie on you.” She steps closer, playfully tugging the hood over my head, and warmth swells in my chest, pride blooming at the thought that I chose something she appreciates.
“Says the diva who looks like she sauntered out of a vintage magazine spread.” I take a moment to admire her: her hair, half gathered in a loose bun, the rest cascading in soft waves. It’s the perfect look for our comfort trip.
“Thank you. I just wanted to dress comfortably,” she replies, a hint of mischief in her smile.
“Just as I thought,” I tease lightly. “We match in everything.” Her smile falters, replaced by a stiffness that turns into a firm nod.
“Anyway, let’s go.” She nudges my shoulder playfully, and together we head down the corridor, slipping into the elevator before making our way to the hotel exit.
As we step outside, the cab I arranged for our day trip awaits, the driver standing by with a welcoming smile. I guide Amyra toward it, and we slide into the back seat, the familiar scent of leather and fresh air enveloping us.
The engine hums to life, and my gaze drifts to the girl beside me, already captivated by the world rushing past the window. Moments like this are rare treasures, like unearthing a gem in the heart of a new city, and it feels inexplicably lighter and more hopeful with her beside me.
Upon our arrival at the Rain Vortex, the world’s tallest indoor waterfall at Jewel Changi, the first thing that greets us is the soothing symphony of cascading water. It pours endlessly from the expansive glass ceiling, the sound loud enough to drown out all else, yet gentle enough to steady my wandering thoughts. Morning light filters through the dome, illuminating the falling water like shimmering silver threads, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. The air is cool and damp, carrying a sacred quality, transforming Jewel from merely an airport into a serene sanctuary.
And then I see her.
Amyra stands across the glass bridge, framed by lush greenery and swirling mist, perfectly still. For a fleeting moment, Iquestion whether she’s real or just another echo of memory conjured by this enchanting place.
The waterfall roars between us, conveying everything I can't find the words to express. It gives me the time to notice the way my chest tightens, how simply seeing her brings an undeniable calm. For a while, we stand apart yet connected, the sound of the falling water enveloping us both.
“I never knew water could bring this much peace, Rey. Visiting this early in the morning is nothing short of a chef’s kiss.” Her face lights up, eyes sparkling with wonder as they remain fixed on the view, while I find it challenging to look anywhere but at her.
“For me, just being with you is the essence of peace, Ames.”
“What?”
I blink, realising what slipped out, and quickly add with a nervous smile, “I mean, being with your best friend. Isn’t it peaceful?”
“That’s right.” She smiles back. After clicking pictures of each other and taking a few selfies, we head back to the cab.
Late morning settles gently over Kampong Glam, Singapore’s historic, culturally rich district. Haji Lane glows in soft pastels and bold murals, each wall telling stories of art and quiet rebellion. Boutique cafés spill warmth onto the narrow street, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with laughter and passing footsteps. We walk side by side, shoulders brushing just enough to spark awareness beneath the ease of our stride.
At a café, we order coffee and local breakfast dishes. Passing her a cup becomes an excuse to let our fingers graze, the pausestretching longer than needed. She keeps her eyes on the cup, visibly nervous, and I pull my hand back before she can feel uncomfortable.
Why does seeing her nervous around me feel so new, something I don’t remember noticing before?
