I Love My Family But They Abandoned Me
My luck isn’t so bad today
Enoch Achilles
Am I really that unlucky?
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He thought it was absurd, but when he recalled what happened in the past, it didn’t seem that absurd. Somehow, all the efforts he had made so far seemed useless, like sandcastles on the waves.
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Lately he had been wondering if his choices, the path he was on, were right.
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He had doubts, but he never showed it to his siblings. Because he knew they believed in him more than anyone else.
Enoch Achilles
It’s pathetic.
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Enoch muttered to himself as he made his way to the infirmary.
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No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the results he hoped for. He was getting more anxious and frustrated as he failed every entrance exam for reasons that were not entirely his fault.
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That’s when it happened.
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I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking ahead properly…
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It was the same for Enoch, who walked without looking properly. As soon as he was about to apologize, the woman’s eyes turned to Enoch’s hand.
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Her eyes widened in surprise and her gaze intertwined with his.
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Blue clear eyes. The moment he looked at them, he felt a strange urge to look at them more closely.
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Standing without saying a word, Enoch, who came to his senses after a moment, shook his hands lightly, saying it was okay.
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But the woman held out something.
***
If you don’t mind, use this…
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However, her hand froze in midair. At the end of his gaze, there was a handkerchief. Enoch naturally looked down at the handkerchief on her white hand.
Enoch Achilles
Did you make it yourself, Young Lady?
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The stitches sticking out made it seem like she wasn’t very good at it. But Enoch found it cute in its own way.
Enoch Achilles
Thank you, Young Lady.
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Enoch stopped for a moment, thinking that it was offensive to wipe the blood with something that he might have to return.
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So he put it in his pocket, but the woman took the handkerchief back and took care of his hand.
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When the woman was wrapping his hand with the handkerchief, Enoch looked at her silently. Somehow, he couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty, meticulous tie.
Enoch Achilles
May I ask for your name?
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He was curious about the name of such a sweet and lovely woman.
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Her blue eyes painted on the small, white face blinked gently. Eventually, a small voice came from between her thin lips.
Leticia Leroy
My name is Leticia Leroy.
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Leticia smiled gently and walked away. Enoch stood alone and stared at Leticia until she disappeared. Her back to him like a pink bud that had not yet bloomed.
Enoch Achilles
Leticia …. Leticia Leroy…
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He hesitated to call her name out loud.
Enoch Achilles
My luck isn’t so bad today.
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Enoch looked down at the handkerchief tied neatly on his hand. The handkerchief was embroidered with a clover with four green leaves.
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The green threads were a little jagged and pointy, but strangely, it made him smile.
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Somehow it was a pleasant feeling.
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And that day, Enoch passed the knighthood test for the first time.
Comments
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so is her power "good luck"⁉️😅
2023-12-14
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Mei (I love drama)
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
2023-06-30
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Kiki 🍀
I know it's a very nice story but the narrator and dialogues are confusing me🫥
2023-06-28
1