Yeh and Lin didn't disappear from each other's lives.
Yeh still showed up to every meeting on time. Her notes on the script were as sharp and composed as ever. To anyone else, nothing had changed.
The only thing that vanished—
was everything outside of work.
No sharing.
No personal conversations.
Nothing that extended beyond what was necessary.
Only Yeh, moving steadily within her own rhythm.
She found that this kind of quiet felt… safer.
There were moments, when she was alone, when something like loss would surface—faint, passing. But she understood it clearly.
People always feel the absence of something more than its presence.
And without expectation, there can be no disappointment.
As long as she kept this distance—
when the project ended, they could walk away cleanly.
Just two people, once connected, returning to separate worlds as if nothing had ever happened.