Chapter 1: Melting The Cold Female Duke
CHAPTER 1
'Akira Arcana,' that's my name.
I'm an ordinary, lazy, expressionless student who is struggling in my third year in high school. I don't have many special talents or achievements which I could brag and introduce to all of you. If I have, then I'll gladly let you guys know. In such instances, maybe I'll perform it too.
My parents' died of traffic collision when I was still five. That accident made me loss my loved ones, but at that time I didn't knew they died, because my relatives hid it from me. Aunt Wilma adopted me, takes care of me, and gave me what I needed to live in order to achieve a comfortable life as she had no kids, nor I had siblings.
I don't have dreams to begin with, nor do goals to be achieved off. It's not like my life had no meaning to me as others perceived theirs as a useless and worthless. Mine is like an old priceless jewel that had to be kept safe because it was the master's respected treasured thing no matter how cheap and ugly it is. So yeah, I had to live to help my aunt, to remember my parents and the memories they left.
Reading a novel was one of my hobby, people may find it unbelievable that an indifferent person like me like this sort of stuff. I'm not a heartless person, even though, I rarely express myself. This was proven when I saved a little girl who was about to be crush by a track delivery.
I didn't even think twice saving the girl, despite knowing the dangers and harms it will cause me later. The pain was incomparable, but as seconds tick, my body became numb. I could hear people shouting for help around the corner, bet they are panicking seeing the state I'm in.
When the truck hit my body, I found myself lying flat on the ground with depleted eyes yet did its best trying to hold its consciousness because the will to live is so strong, strong enough to make me survive for seven minutes then breathlessly blacked out.
At least I did a good job before my miserably life ended. The little girl was safe and sound crying near me, calling me repeatedly.
-Sorry kid, I won't survive.-
I hope my aunt will be fine without me by her side. She is after all a forgetful and clumsy person. She was the woman who loved me deeply and stayed by my side when my parents left me alone, and I too, learned how to love her.
I know death is at my doorstep. Embracing the abyss is what I can only do, judging from my situation. Now I can meet my parents that I long longed to see and be with.
Yet that didn't come true. I transmigrated into a baby's body being held by a stranger. He called himself as my father. A ragged looking woman lying on a wooden bed portraying to be my mother was looking at me full of affection.
Should I act as their child or do suicide?
(Hi, Author says sorry guys' grammar has errors and may confuse readers like you. Writing a story is not as easy as I dream it was, heck, I can't even update daily. Now, I know, I shouldn't blame authors that they update late, and the words are short and had errors. So readers, bear with me. Winked.)
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MAY,19,2022 10:00 PM
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