21/10/2026
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๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ
๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ณ
โPlease let me passโฆโ
The whisper, barely louder than the wind, slipped between blades of grass. It sought the one thing people believed could carry their silent prayers.
Every On-Boarding Examination season, it listened.
โPlease don't let my parents downโฆโ
โPlease let this be worth itโฆโ
No prayer ever sounded the same. Only the fear behind it.
And hers carried the weight of years.
๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ณ
Long before she whispered her wish, the clover had already heard her.
By the endless clicking of a calculator that echoed through countless midnights. Each press sounded less like numbers and more like the stubborn rhythm of a heart refusing to give up.
It watched highlighters slowly bleed themselves dry, leaving pale streaks across pages swollen with handwritten notes. Pencil erasers shrank into brittle fragments, scattering gray dust over formulas that had already been memorized, forgotten, and memorized all over again.
Coffee had long forgotten how to comfort. It had become bitter with obligation.
She hated energy drinks, yet empty cans quietly gathered beside unfinished reviewers, little monuments to another night she borrowed from tomorrow.
There were evenings when even caffeine surrendered. So did she. She adopted habits she once swore to avoid, hoping one might negotiate with the silence studying had left behind.
Sleep was no refuge. Even there, journal entries became adjusting entries. Ledger lines stretched into endless roads. Numbers chased her through dreams, demanding balance where none could be found.
Morning always arrived too soon.
The mirror reflected a face drained of color, eyes rimmed with sleeplessness, lips rehearsing formulas before they remembered how to smile.
Stillโ
She turned another page.
๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ณ
Morning arrived dressed in white.
Not the white of celebration, but the kind that gathered in silence, as though an entire hallway had mistaken itself for a wake before anyone had even learned the outcome.
Plain white polos. Hair pulled back neatly. No IDs hanging from their necks. No phones tucked into trembling hands.
Even the pockets had disappeared, stitched shut long before sunrise, leaving no room for folded notes, borrowed certainty, or desperate luck.
At the front of the room, bags rested in a single lineโsilent witnesses waiting for the examination to end.
Beneath every chair rested a pair of shoes. Only socks met the cold floor, each careful step echoing louder than it should.
The room had stripped them of everything they could carryโexcept what they had spent years becoming.
Calculators clicked in uneven rhythms.
Pencils raced.
Paused.
Erased.
A chair scraped.
Someone swallowed hard. Someone whispered a prayer too late.
She stared at the first page. Not because she did not know the answers, but because she suddenly remembered every night that had led her there.
Every skipped celebration. Every unanswered message. Every cup of coffee that tasted more like survival than comfort.Every sunrise mistaken for another sleepless night.
She tightened her grip on her pencil. Outside, the four-leaf clover bent quietly beneath the wind.
Neither of them knew what tomorrow would bring.
Yet both remained exactly where they had chosen to be.
๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ต ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ณ
The clover never learned what became of her. It did not know that somewhere beyond the grass, screens lit up one by one.
Some stared at a single email longer than they had stared at any examination paper. Some covered their mouths before smiling. Some closed their eyes before opening the message. Some waited a little longer, as though unread words could not yet change a life.
Days later, a careful hand reached through the grass.
Almost reverently, it plucked the four-leaf clover from the earth and tucked it inside the back of a transparent phone case.
For the first time, the clover could no longer hear the whispers. Yet when another On-boarding Examination season arrived, another student knelt before the same patch of grass.
โPlease let me passโฆโ
The clover was no longer there.
The prayer was.
