Unlucky Day
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I continued walking towards Hernan University, but that guy I rode with earlier was still following me, like a little dog that just trails after anyone it sees.
"Are you sure you don't need help?" he said as he even blocked my way.
I just glared at him and walked faster, brushing past him.
"Hey, wait up!" he called out as he ran after me.
I kept walking quickly since Kristine might have been waiting for me already. My hand was starting to ache from carrying both my bag and suitcase—I had practically brought all my clothes and belongings. So, I finally decided to stop for a moment and massage my hand.
And then, that familiar voice came again.
"I told you, let me help," he said as he leaned his face close to mine. Instinctively, I pushed him away.
"Come on, where's your dorm?" he added, walking ahead of me.
"Let's go!" he shouted back as he kept walking.
"Tsk," I muttered with a sigh, turned in the other direction, and just left him behind.
"Hey, where are you going?" he yelled while I kept on walking.
"This is the way to the dorm," I shouted back and just continued.
"Huh!" he exclaimed in surprise, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Wait up!" he shouted again and ran to catch up with me.
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After hours of walking, we finally reached the dorm hallway.
I could clearly see his face—he was completely worn out, barely able to stand properly from exhaustion.
"What's this? Catching your breath already?" I teased him while he was still panting heavily.
"This place is huge… I didn't expect Hernan to be this big," he answered, looking like he was about to collapse from lack of oxygen.
"Oh, here—water." I said with a poker face and handed him the bottle I was holding.
"Thanks—" he said quickly, grabbing it right away.
In less than a second, he finished it all.
I couldn't help but smile at the sight. After drinking, he seemed revived, full of energy again.
"Thanks!" I said shortly, picked up my bag and suitcase, and hurried on my way.
"Wait!" he called out again, making me stop and turn back to him.
"By the way, I'm Liam!" he introduced himself with a wink and a grin.
"Crazy."
I didn't bother with him anymore and quickly walked inside the dorm.
"Liam," I whispered into the air as I walked.
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What a terrible day. Of all times, the elevator had to break down today—when I was carrying all these heavy bags.
"Ugh, so annoying," I muttered with a deep sigh.
I had no choice but to take the stairs, motivating myself with the thought of eating something delicious later to make up for all this.
My legs were trembling, my arms sore, like they were about to give out.
Just a little more and I'd be there—I reached the 3rd floor, just one more flight to the 4th.
Finally, at the 4th floor, I saw Kristine waiting not far away. She walked toward me.
"What took you so long? I've been waiting here forever," she asked as she approached.
"The elevator's broken, so I had no choice but to take the stairs," I explained, completely drained.
"Come on, let me help," she said, grabbing my suitcase and starting to walk.
As we walked, she pointed out her dorm room.
"This is mine—Unit 4, Room 107. Your room's just a bit farther down," she said, continuing forward.
After a few moments, we finally arrived at my room.
"At last."
"This one's yours—Unit 4, Room 110," she added.
"Thanks a lot!" I replied with a smile.
"Here's your key," she said, handing it to me.
"Alright, I'll leave you here, I still have things to do," she said quickly before heading off.
I couldn't wait any longer, so I unlocked my door immediately to start unpacking and finally rest. I was starving, too.
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—Inside—
I began unpacking my things, setting up my table beside the bed, placing my laptop and lamp there.
Next, I arranged my clothes, putting my uniforms neatly into the drawers.
After tidying up, I swept the floor and wiped down the windows and chairs—they were dusty, probably because no one had stayed here for quite a while.
Minutes later, after all that cleaning and organizing, I finally collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted.
Then my stomach growled.
"I'm starving… what time is it?" I asked myself, checking my phone. To my surprise, it was already 12 o'clock.
I stood up and went straight to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat, when suddenly—someone knocked on my door.
I rushed over, curious who it could be, and opened it without hesitation.
I was shocked when the guy handed me something.
"Your order, sir!" the delivery man said, passing me a packed meal.
"My order?" I muttered in confusion.
Before I could ask, he left. I went back inside, still puzzled.
I placed the food on the table and stared at it. I didn't order anything.
But then, my stomach growled again—I was too hungry. And to top it off, it was exactly what I'd been craving: fried chicken and spaghetti.
Without a second thought, I dug in.
"Hmm," I hummed in satisfaction, gnawing at the chicken bones until there was nothing left.
I finished everything, stuffed and happy, when suddenly, my phone rang. An unknown number.
I picked it up.
"Hello sir, sorry—that was a wrong delivery. It was supposed to go to the room next door," the delivery guy explained.
"What?!" I exclaimed in shock.
"I'll just hand it over myself," I offered quickly before ending the call.
I looked back at the table—there was nothing left. Just chicken bones and a bit of spaghetti sauce.
I frowned, scratching my head, then opened the fridge to see what I could give in return.
Luckily, I found a Dutch Mill and a Yakult. I grabbed them, attached a small note, and hung the bag on the doorknob of the room across mine.
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"Not all accidents need fixing—some are the beginning of something meaningful."