2025-03-10 10:14:53Dean took one last glance at his life savings, which barely added up to a hundred dollars, crumpled in his palms.
The twenty years old raked his hand through his dark hair, his blue eyes clouded with confusion, as he wondered if he was about to make the right decision. He took a deep breath."I am sorry, mum, we will be late for rent this month."He said, as he entered the jewelry shop. He had been planning this moment for weeks, and finally, the day had arrived. Delilah's birthday was today and he wanted to make it a day she would never forget. Inside the shop, he was greeted by the owner, Mrs. Thompson. She was a warm and friendly woman who had helped Dean's friends find the perfect gifts for their loved ones. "Ah, Dean! What brings you here today?" Mrs. Thompson asked, her mind filled with curiosity. "I'm here to buy an engagement ring," Dean replied in excitement. Mrs. Thompson's face lit up with a warm smile. "Oh, congratulations, Dean! I'm so happy for you. Let me show you some of our most beautiful rings." Dean spent the next hour trying on different rings. He wanted Delilah to love it the moment she set her eyes on it. And finally he found a stunning diamond ring. It was simple yet elegant, with a small diamond nestled in a bed of gold. He checked the price tag and it displayed $65 "I want this one," he said, placing the ring on the counter. Mrs. Thompson smiled. " You have a good eye for jewelries, I know your girlfriend will love it." Dean left the store with the ring safely tucked away in his pocket. He checked his watch to make sure he was on schedule, because he knew it was unwise to keep a lady waiting. Minutes later, Dean arrived at Delilah's home where her birthday party was taking place. He rearranged his clothes, making sure everything was perfect. Today he had his best clothes on because he couldn't afford to neglect any minor detail. As he stepped inside the house, his eyes fell on Delilah and as always she looked stunning. However, when Delilah's eyes fell on Dean, she felt kind of embarrassed with the cheap clothes he was putting on, but she pretended to be fine. “Glad you came,” she forced a smile towards Dean. Moments later, Dean stood nervously in front of Delilah's birthday cake, his heart racing with nervousness and excitement. As Delilah blew out the candles, Dean dropped to one knee and pulled out the small box containing the engagement ring. "Delilah, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special," Dean said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You light up my world in ways I never thought possible. Will you marry me?" The room fell silent, and all eyes were on Delilah. She looked taken aback, and for a moment, Dean thought he saw a glimmer of tears. But then her expression changed, and she looked at him with a serious gaze. " Sigh… Dean, I care about you deeply, but I need to know that you have a bright future ahead of you," Delilah said, her voice firm but gentle. "Tomorrow is the ability Awakening ceremony, and I want you to promise me that you'll awaken at least a C-rank strong ability." The room erupted into gasps and whispers, and Dean felt his face burning with humiliation. He had never expected Delilah to respond like this. Delilah's mother, Mrs. Jenkins, stepped forward, a look of concern on her face. "Delilah, honey, I don't think this is fair to Dean. He's a great guy, and he loves you dearly. Why are you putting so much pressure on him?" Delilah stood firm, her eyes filled with determination. "Mother, I know what I want, and I'm not going to settle for anything less. Dean needs to prove himself to me, and to the world. If he can't even awaken a C-rank ability, how can I trust him to take care of me and our future family?" The room fell silent again, and Dean felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had never felt so humiliated and rejected in his life. He never could have imagined that the ability awakening ceremony tomorrow at the military academy would have anything to do with his future with Delilah. "But Delilah, I don't know if I can promise that," Dean said feeling uncertain. Delilah's expression remained serious. "I'm not asking you to promise me something impossible, Dean. I'm asking you to promise me that you'll try your best. If you can awaken a C-rank strong ability, it will guarantee you a spot in the Elite forces of Earth. And that's the only way I'll know that you have a bright future ahead of you." Dean felt a surge of determination. He loved Delilah, and he would do anything to make her happy. So he took a deep breath and nodded. "I promise, Delilah. I'll do everything in my power to awaken at least a C-rank strong ability tomorrow." Delilah's face lit up with a radiant smile, and she leaned in to kiss him. "I know you can do it, Dean. I believe in you." She sent her hand forward with her fingers spread, and Dean inserted the ring into her finger, then everyone cheered. This was supposed to be a happy moment for Dean, but as he hugged Delilah, he felt uneasy; what if he couldn't do what was required of him? However, he made up his mind that he would do everything in his power to awaken a strong ability tomorrow.
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