"Lucas, Eleanor"
"It's time to wake up now."
The call of the young girl awakens the two children who are sound asleep in bed, echoing into every corner of the house as if it could wake even the inanimate objects to start a new day. Along with the motion of pulling the curtains, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.
With each step of the young girl, a family picture in the living room shows five people smiling happily, but why is there a hint of coldness lurking in this house?
"Sister Lily, the smell has woken me up." - The sleepy voice of the boy Lucas is heard as he rubs his eyes on the stairs.
"Wake up quickly to have breakfast, and call Eleanor to get up too."
Smiling, she places two plates of Crumpets spread with a thin layer of honey on the table.
"Remember to focus on your studies at school. Tonight, I'll be working late, so just eat first, okay?"
After reminding my two younger siblings, I begin a new day, but it's just the same familiar tasks. It feels as if my life has been programmed to just go to school - work - and then return home.
Stepping out of the house, I breathe in the cold air, "Oh, has the weather turned cold already?" I feel the biting cold filling my lungs, and my mood sinks as a result. Time really flies too quickly; it forces me to endure pain to grow and move on. It has been three years since I had to rise from hell to live again.
The luxurious room at the Rosewood hotel, the most splendid in London, was bathed in the faint, dim light of a winter evening. The thin white curtains allowed streaks of sunlight to gently touch the dark wooden floor. The air was tinged with the subtle scent of black tea from a man sitting on the sofa, savoring a glass of wine in his hand. His golden hair shone even brighter under the soft sunlight, illuminating his handsome face.
Suddenly, the door swung open with a "clang," breaking the half-dreamy atmosphere.
"There's a letter for you, Michael."
He seemed to be an Alpha? He rushed in so hastily that the pheromone scent spilled out uncontrollably, causing an Enigma, who was enjoying the peaceful space, to frown.
"Calm down, read it out loud" he said slowly as he set his wine glass down.
"Dear Mr. Michael Arthur,
I am the coach of Youth Intersection - Maxwell.
First of all, Youth Intersection would like to extend our respectful greetings and thank you for taking a moment to read our letter.
Currently, our center is in the process of enhancing physical fitness, training techniques, and strategic thinking for young players aged 16-20. With your playing experience and numerous contributions to the national football scene, we hope to receive your support in the role of guest coach.
Proposed date: 08/01/2025
Location: 93 Bradley Way, Fulham, London SG7 3TJ, United Kingdom
We look forward to your response. Thank you."
"It seems quite earnest, does this center have a good reputation?" he said with a faint smile.
"Of course it does, this team recruits young players from high schools and universities across the country. Last month, they even had a friendly match with the national team."
"Then I should agree, right? You should write a response right away."
The conversation ended, returning the quiet atmosphere to the room. I closed my eyes, exhausted from the day. Is it true that burying myself in work will alleviate my loneliness? A question I always avoid.