"Nathan."
When Nathalie looked up again, Nathan was gone-vanished completely.
She broke down, screaming his name, “Nathan!”
No one answered. The silence pressed in, heavy and suffocating.
Frantic, she ran upstairs. But in just those few moments, the whole house had changed. Family members,
dressed in mourning clothes, filled the halls. Someone must have called the priest, because he was already
there, chanting solemn prayers and setting up for the ritual.
Nathalie watched in horror as he burned sheet after sheet of white paper, each one scribbled with Nathan and
Nellie's birth dates. The priest muttered strange incantations Nathalie couldn't understand, but the meaning was
clear: once the ritual was done, Nathan's fate would be sealed-changed forever.
She remembered Morris from that other world-how he'd lost his family, lost his title, lost the use of his legs, left
utterly alone. That was all the proof she needed. This priest really could change destinies, and Nathalie refused
to let Nathan end up lonely and broken.
She forced herself to breathe, to focus. She couldn't let the ritual finish.
At first, she tried everything-leaping, running, desperately trying to blow out the candles like swild thing,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthoping it would stop everything. But nothing worked. She ended up on her knees, exhausted, sobbing and
laughing at her own uselessness. She cried for Nathan, gone too soon, and for herself, too weak to do anything
about it.
But Nathalie had never been one to give up. After a few moments, she wiped her tears, pushed herself off the
floor, and tried again. She lunged for the burning papers in the fireplace, clawing at them, even as her hands
burned and her efforts cto nothing.
By the tthe priest finished, it was almost dawn. He turned to Gavin and said, "You should have the young
master's body cremated as soon as possible. I've chosen a peaceful resting place for him on Chapel Hill."
"Alright," Gavin replied, voice choked with tears. "He left clear instructions in his will. I'll do exactly as he
wished."
Nathalie followed the Rowland family to the crematorium. She watched as they slid Nathan's body into the
furnace, and in that moment, her whole world seemed to collapse. She'd survived so much pain before, but
nothing had ever hurt like this. This was the kind of grief that made her wish she could just disappear.
When the staff brought out the urn, Nathalie nearly fainted.
Still, she forced herself to stand, determined to stay with Nathan until the very end.
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hollow. There was nothing left in this world for her-whether Cameron
or hated her just didn't matter
more.
She pulled out the bronze mirror Alimos had given her and looked at her reflection.
What she saw made her heart stop.
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