Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 420

Unwrapping the thick velvet cloth, Nathalie found herself staring at classic parchment paper, covered in signatures. There was Nathan's, swirling across the page in a flourish like dragons dancing. Alongside were the neat, structured letters from his earlier days. In one corner, she spotted a few awkwardly scrawled letters: Nathan. The handwriting was unmistakably juvenile. Though the letters were tidy, they lacked the confident grip of an adult, giving them a soft, tender feel.

This handwriting was so familiar to Nathalie. It looked so much like hers.

Tears slipped down her cheeks. "Nathan, it really is you."

This was the handwriting she had taught Nathan. She was certain now. Nathan was her little brother.

Gently, she caressed the parchment that held the weight of years, turning the pages slowly. On the first page, bold words caught her eye, "Parting is just a prelude to a better reunion."

On the second page, she recognized the handwriting, a child's letter full of innocence:

"I've come home. All your wishes for me have come true here. I have a warm, big bed, plenty to eat, and cozy clothes. But none of it makes me happy. I wish I could share it all with you."

The third page.

"I met my father and the witch who left me among strangers. They held my hand with 'kindness', tears streaming as they confessed. They seemed sincere, but I didn't believe them. You taught me: people's hearts are unpredictable. You also taught me: it's easier to change the landscape than to change one's nature."

The fourth page.

best school, but I never fit in with my classmates. Every time they looked at me like I was a monster, I wanted

are out, and I topped the class Teachers and classmates now

asked to meet

en novelxo

he loved me, but I knew: giving love when things are good isn't the same as

because I was useful. It's not like your love, so simple and

The sixth page.

secretly went back to

find you. But I

everywhere we'd been and

felt so anxious, please

up to here, glanced at the date Nathan wrote this letter, and

was the day she met

also the beginning of

nowhere. In their past lives, they only reunited