Celsian-POV

"Bela, are you okay? Open your eyes. Please I love you, don't leave me." I whispered desperately, my heart pounding in my chest. The girl I had fallen for, Belaflora, lay limp in my arms. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her; my emotions were in turmoil. There had to be a reason she ran away from school, a reason she stood at the edge, contemplating something so irreversible.

"Celsian-Kun, why do you have Belaflora-san? Did something happen to her?" Izumi's voice cut through my thoughts as she approached us.

"It's nothing. She just got tired and fainted," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant, though I was far from calm. I still didn't fully understand what had transpired.

"She fainted? How, why, and what?" Izumi fired off a barrage of questions, as she often did. Except right now, I didn't want to answer any of them.

"As I said, she just got tired. It's the first day of school, after all," I replied, trying to hide the unease in my voice.

Izumi seemed satisfied with my response, and I knew I had to get Belaflora to safety. Classes had ended, and the headmaster was likely looking for us. Taking her to the healer was the best option, but I couldn't go to the school healer; I had to take her to someone I trusted completely—Helvetica the Witch Healer.

"Fine, whatever you say. Are you coming back later? We need to go to our houses soon," Izumi asked, her concern still evident.

"I'll take her now; you go back. I'll join you later," I assured her as she nodded and headed back to the school.

Once she was gone, I knew time was of the essence. Helvetica's sanctuary was across the lake. It was strangely close to Belaflora's house. But it was far from here it's fine I thought I could make it, and I whistled for my hybrid, Aerionyx, to carry us swiftly over. With Belaflora cradled in my arms, we took flight, crossing the skies above the glittering waters.

I had never felt such urgency before, my heart pounding not only from the physical exertion but also from the fear of losing Belaflora. I had to keep her safe, to be there for her no matter what challenges lay ahead. My feelings for her were unarguably true, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing the girl who had captured my heart. As we flew, I could only hope that Helvetica could help her, that whatever darkness had enveloped her heart could be lifted.

With every swing of Aerionyx's wings, we drew closer to the healer's domain. I held Belaflora close, my emotions a maelstrom of love, fear, and most of all determination. The sky above us was vast and infinite, just like the bond I felt forming between us. I couldn't let anything break it, not even the shadows that threatened to consume her.

As we approached the sanctuary near the witch's house, the air crackled with magic the same kind of magic near Bela's house, and I felt a glimmer of hope. Helvetica, the Witch Healer, was our best chance at unravelling the mystery behind Belaflora's distress. I trusted her to heal the girl I loved, to bring back the light to her eyes and the smile to her lips.

I landed Aerionyx gracefully, my heart still racing, as I carried Belaflora into Helvetica's care. I knew I had to be patient and wait for her to recover, to be there for her no matter what lay ahead. Whatever challenges we faced, I was certain to stand by her side. She had become my world, and nothing would change that.

So I went deeper into the forest and came across her cave. It was guarded by giant dogs that were statues but could come alive if you were not worthy. I went in and nothing happened. This meant I deserve to be here. All I need to do is save her, to make sure that everything is okay. Losing her is like losing myself. A part of myself that I'll never get back. The deeper I went in the darker it got and I saw a bioluminescent fungus that moved and changed shape. I only learned about it but have only ever seen it here. There are glow worms that crawl on the ground, Itsuki wanted one as a pet for some reason.

I made it out of the cave and near the cabin, I saw her. She met me and my family ten years ago. She said to take care of Belaflora. I had no idea who that was or how she knew her. I never asked and she never told me.

"Celsian Cisneros! You're here. It's been a long time," Helvetica greeted me, her voice tinged with emotion. But her attention quickly shifted to Belaflora. "Belaflora, you're here and you're alive."

I was puzzled by her reaction, and responded, "She is? Do you know her? I think she's the one you told me to take care of. I did, I really did, but she ran away from our school. Then she fainted." I explained but not the whole truth. I think she was trying to fall off the bridge.

Helvetica hesitated, not ready to reveal the truth. She knew that Belaflora wouldn't remember her, and she wasn't sure if she ever would want her to. She feared that the pain of her past actions would forever separate them.

"Oh no, I don't... I was just... never mind that. Come inside, please. Let's see what we can do," she finally replied, leading me into the cabin.

As we entered Helvetica's cabin, the air was thick with a soothing blend of herbs and magical energies. The inside was a spellbinding sight, with enchanted crystals suspended from the ceiling, casting a soft, incorporeal glow. The walls were adorned with intricate draperies depicting ancient spells and symbols from forgotten realms. Shelves lined with potion vials and spellbooks reached the ceiling, each one emitting a faint, otherworldly light.

It was filled with a soothing warmth, and magical artefacts also adorned the shelves, each one telling a story of its own. My eyes couldn't help but wander around the space, marvelling at the wonders I saw. I stopped distracting myself and went back to wondering if there was a way for Belaflora to forgive me for my mistake. The mistake I made of making her think that I didn't love her anymore. That it was too late for us now but maybe now it is. I hope she'll be alright because I feel like she did this because of me. I made her believe that I don't love her at all and that is untrue.

I had always been amazed by the inside of her cabin to the point where I think I can trust her. I gently laid Belaflora on a comfortable, plush couch as Helvetica moved gracefully around the room, her long, flowing robes trailing behind her. She was a woman of immense power, a true witch healer who wielded magic with grace and skill. But little did I know that she was not just a healer to Belaflora—she was her mother, the mother who had abandoned her all those years ago.

Helvetica's heart ached as she looked down at the girl lying before her. She had abandoned Belaflora ten years ago, leaving her in the care of Belaflora's grandmother. Also, she put her in the care of Celsian's family, the Cisneros. She had thought it was for the best, to protect her daughter from the dangerous magical world she belonged to. But seeing Belaflora now, she couldn't bear the guilt and regret that consumed her heart. She was just stuck in place not able to move a muscle.

"Are you going to do something or not? We haven't got all day, I don't know how much longer she'll be like this. Right now she is alive. I don't know why she won't wake up?" I asked, my voice tinged with fear and urgency, worried that time was slipping away.

"Yes, yes, just give me a moment. I'll do everything to help," Helvetica reassured me, her voice nervous, but I think that she was sure to help her.

Helvetica lit a few candles and arranged various crystals around Belaflora, channelling her magical energies to assess the girl's condition. As she hovered her hands over Belaflora's unconscious form, a soft, radiant light emanated from her palms, flowing into the girl's body like a gentle river of healing.

Belaflora's eyes fluttered open, and my heart filled with relief. Helvetica's healing magic had worked, but I knew there was more that needed to be done. There was an unspoken understanding between them—Belaflora didn't remember Helvetica, and Helvetica didn't reveal their true connection. I could just feel like they belonged together.

"I'm glad you're awake. You must have been quite exhausted," Helvetica said with a warm smile, though I could sense the pain she was trying to conceal.

Belaflora looked at her curiously and nervously. "Who are you? What happened?"

Celsian answered before Helvetica could respond, not wanting to make the situation more complicated. "We were flying on Aerionyx when you fainted. I brought you here to Helvetica, the Witch Healer, and she worked her magic to heal you."

Belaflora's memory seemed to slowly piece together and she nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you, Helvetica the Witch Healer. I appreciate your help. See I told you that you're a terrible flier."

"No, I'm not. You are a terrible rider," I smirked and then she rolled her eyes.

I saw Helvetica force a smile, feeling happiness that her daughter was alive but she also felt sorrow for the things that she had done to her. "You're welcome, dear. Rest here for a while, and when you're ready, he can take you back. Call me Helvetica, Helvetica the Witch Healer is too formal."

Belaflora smiled and as she closed her eyes to rest, Celsian turned to Helvetica, his heart heavy with concern for Belaflora. "Do you know what happened to her? Why did she run away from school? There might be something troubling her."

Helvetica's eyes clouded with sadness. "I'm not sure, Celsian. Sometimes, people carry torments in life they can't easily share. All we can do is support and be there for them when they need it most."

I nodded, understanding her words but feeling like she is not telling me the whole truth. There was more to Belaflora's story than what meets the eye, and I was ready to be there for her, no matter the challenges ahead. I had to be there for Belaflora, to support her no matter what. As I watched her rest, I vowed to stand by her side, protect her and help her find the strength to face whatever demons haunted her.

I had no knowledge or idea that one of those very demons was the woman standing before me—the mother who had abandoned her own daughter out of fear and love. Helvetica, the Witch Healer, had to carry her own burden of her choices, hoping that one day, Belaflora would find it in her heart to forgive her. But for now, all she could do was be there for her daughter from a distance, hidden behind the veil of a healer's mask.

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It had turned to hours before she woke again. Then she was ready to tell me what had happened. Even if she could barely remember it.

"Celsian come here, I need to tell you something." She said, her voice anxious and hesitant she glanced at Helvetica, "Privately, please tell her to leave. I know she saved me and everything I still need to talk to you alone."

I turned to Helvetica and I asked her, "Yeah for sure, excuse me could you give us some space?"

"Mhm, children demanding space in my own home. Doesn't matter, I'll leave if you say so." she agreed, giving us some privacy.

"What's on your mind, Bela?" I asked, wondering what she wanted to tell me.

"One Cel, I don't trust her. Like at all, something about her healing me when I wasn't even sick. How did she know what was wrong with me? She is too creepy and there is just something about her," Belaflora expressed her concerns.

"Belaflora, no one has told her anything about you. She's a witch who knows everything," I said, trying to reassure her.

"What Bela?" I asked while she was fuming with anxiety. Then she was not moving; she was frozen like an ice sculpture.

"Bela, what happened?" I shook her lightly and it didn't work. After a while, she spoke.

"I just found out something big. She's my mother, the one who tossed me out like I was a piece of trash," Belaflora revealed, her voice filled with hurt and anger.

"I think that you understand her or maybe you should go to speak to her about it. The way you describe her is horrible and what if she has changed?" I said.

"Fine, we'll see about that. But for now, let's focus on what's important. Confronting her for what she did to me and why she is here," She remarked and was determined to ask her mother.

"What I don't understand is how could it be your mother. How is that possible? You told me your parents died after you came to live with your grandma," I said, surprised by the revelation but also confused.

"I'm sorry Cel, but I lied, I didn't want to show them a bad light. I still cared about them still. I thought that this whole time they would come to get me, but in my mind they were dead." She explained her emotions were raw and conflicted.

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"It's better for me to think that than to think they abandoned me willingly." She told me.

"If she really is your mother, how would you know? You were very young when you came here," I said, trying to make sense of it all.

"Cel, sometimes my mess of memories helps me if I focus on one. Ever since I came here, it's like they were trying to tell me something. Then I saw my mother with me when I was a child. I kept seeing those then I saw what that witch lady looked like. They are the same person I realized." She described what she saw.

"That's unbelievable. I didn't know you had such talent." I complimented her.

"I'm a woman of many talents, but what do you think I should do? I feel like exploding at her, but she seems like a powerful witch. I'm just a novice sorceress," Belaflora said, torn between anger and caution for just charging at her.

"Okay, before you go battle-crazy, maybe just talk to her? She might bring it up by herself. If she doesn't, then still, don't attack her. With magic or words. I bet she has a reason for all this," I suggested.

"You are right, I probably shouldn't go overboard with all this stuff. We should probably go and find her first." She agreed.

"I wonder where she went, let's look outside first. Also, Bela, we should probably go to the school soon. The headmaster must be looking for us." I reminded her.

"No I can't go back, I'll tell you later. One problem at a time." She deflected.

"It's just he can be very impatient. We might even get kicked out of school but right now let's go," I warned her as we both headed outside.

Outside, we found Helvetica in the garden watering roses with rosemary tea, an unusual sight. Why not just water the roses with normal water? Belaflora wasted no time and approached her, determined to get some answers.

"Excuse me, was it Helvetica the Witch Healer?" Belaflora asked her and also startled her so she jumped and the rosewater landed everywhere, causing rose weeds to grow. Wow, was this place weird. Weirder than Itsuki.

Helvetica seemed taken aback but quickly composed herself. Then Belaflora continued "Sorry, but I've gotta ask you something. Something about us, maybe you would know?"

"I don't know anything about you. You're just a young girl who I helped wake up from a trance. Only memory witches get stuck into those ones," Helvetica replied calmly.

"Memory witch? How do you know I was one of those? Did Celsian tell you, or did you just know this about me?" She grilled her for answers.

"Belaflora my dear, no one has told me anything about you. I'm a witch that has all the knowledge in the world to help people," Helvetica said enigmatically.

"We'll see about that. But for now, we are leaving. I might be back then hopefully you will answer more truthfully. Come on, Cel, let's go home," Belaflora sighed. I could sense her feeling miserable for her mother not giving her the answers that she wanted.

"Home? Whose home?" I asked her.

"My home with my grandmother, I have to find something out. I just got a feeling that I need to find something. I can sense when people don't tell the truth, and I know that I need to figure out what it is." She explained.

"Sure, let's go. You're feeling better anyway. I think you might be a little tired your eyes seem exhausted. Bye Helvetica, hope to see you soon." I said politely and she waved.

"Trust me, I'm not tired at all, I know I just woke up and got healed. I am completely fine right now." She said.

We both went back to the path that led through the forest and then to the cave. Bela followed me but when we reached the cave she ran straight in. I couldn't help but worry about Belaflora's well-being. "Bela, what are you trying to do? I feel like you needed to rest, rushing into things is not always a good idea. Your memory still seems hazy."

"Why do keep saying that? I am well-rested. All that waking up and then sleeping without wanting to in the middle of the day. What even is that?" she remarked, still seeming puzzled by the magic-induced nap she had taken.

"You mean napping, you were taking a nap," I told her.

"Yeah, whatever, I just didn't want to do it. Although it's good that I did, I feel barely tired at all." She declared what she was feeling but I could see what she was feeling better than herself.

"Sure you do. Now that we are in this cave, you better watch out for all sorts of creepy crawlies. Don't worry; I'll save you," I blew the magic powder conjuring a magical light that revealed the cave's inhabitants. We could now see all of the grossness that was in the cave, I'm not the one who is supposed to be scared.

"Boo!" Bela screamed from behind me then I shouted like a cowardly deer caught in the headlights. She stepped in front of me, smiling playfully. "Now who is the one needing saving?"

I rolled my eyes but admitted "I wasn't scared I was just...fine I was a little scared."

"That's what I thought, so I'll lead the way and you stand behind me. I'll protect the both of us," she said with bravery but a mischievous glint in her eyes.

After what felt like an eternity of wandering through the twisting cave, we stumbled upon a dead end. It was just another bioluminescent fungus-covered wall, and I couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan. Belaflora turned to me with a sly grin, clearly amused by our predicament.

"Looks like we've hit a dead end, Celsian. I hope you're not getting tired of my excellent navigation skills," she teased, her eyes sparkling with playfulness but her voice with defeat because she finally realized we were truly lost.

"Bela, I'm pretty sure we've seen that one specific glow worm at least ten times now," I teased her back since clearly she was messing with me.

"No, we haven't! Not all of them look the same. That certain one is different. Stop saying they look the same; you're confusing me," she retorted, a cute determination in her voice that I loved.

I explained. "Well, you know, your excellent skills have led us to this wall of wonder for the fourth time. It's almost like the cave itself wants us to stay forever."

"Please, I'm just testing your patience or maybe my own," she replied, crossing her arms, but her playful facade soon faded, and she sighed. "I'm sorry, Cel. I guess I'm just feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything that's happened today."

I stepped closer to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's alright, Bela. We'll figure this out together. Just take a deep breath and let's try to find another way out."

We retraced our steps and decided to take a different path, hoping it would lead us to the exit. As we ventured deeper into the cave, we encountered more mysterious creatures, like luminescent butterflies and shimmering, iridescent beetles. Belaflora couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of these magical creatures, and I found myself smiling as I watched her excitement.

"Look at them, Celsian. They're like little stars in the darkness," she whispered, her eyes full of wonder.

"Yeah, they're pretty amazing. Just like how you are," I whispered, trying to keep the mood light and admiring her beauty.

"What did you say?" She asked while her eyes were still on the glowing and shimmering creature.

"I said that I think we should focus on finding a way out first. Then maybe we can look at all this stuff. If we ever come back." I answered while she just nodded.

After a few more twists and turns, we finally stumbled upon a small opening in the cave wall, revealing a narrow path that led upward. It seemed like a potential way out, and Belaflora was eager to explore it. We were both hoping to find a way out. It turned out to be nothing. I've been in this cave a million times but this is the first time I've ever gotten lost.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Belaflora's sharp eyes caught something that appeared different from the rest of the walls. A faint glow emanated from a small crevice in the cave wall, and she approached it curiously. As she got closer, the glow intensified, revealing a hidden passage.

"Hey, Cel, I think I found something," she called out, excitement evident in her voice.

I hurried over to her side, and together, we stepped into the concealed passage. It felt like a hidden realm, with shimmering walls that seemed to pulse with energy. As we continued walking, the passage began to widen, and before long, we stepped out into the open.

I gasped at the sight before us. We were standing on the edge of a breathtaking cliff, overlooking a vast expanse of magical forest and shimmering lakes. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

"Wow, Bela, this is incredible," I said, my voice filled with fascination.

"It really is," she replied, a smile gracing her lips. "I guess my navigation skills weren't so bad after all."

I chuckled, pulling her into a gentle embrace and she returned the embrace. "I guess you're not. You were always good at finding the most unique and amazing things, even if it takes a bit of wandering."

"Thank you, Cel, for always being there for me. I don't know what I would do without you. You know that my life would be meaningless if you weren't here." She told me.

"You don't have to thank me. I'll always be here for you, no matter what because I'm in love with you I always have been," I said sincerely.

Belaflora leaned into the hug, her head resting against my shoulder. "Thanks so much, Cel, for always being there for me, even when I'm not there for you."

"I love you too Celsian, I have loved you since we met. I just didn't realize it." She confessed while we hugged.

We stood there together, taking in the beauty of the magical world before us. And at that moment, I realized that no matter how lost we may feel, as long as we had each other, we could find our way through any darkness. With Belaflora by my side, I felt like anything was possible, and I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"There is one problem, we are on a cliff and there is water down there. Should we jump or?" She questioned and then I thought about it.

"What no way, we could just ride my hybrid. Aerionyx." I whistled for my hybrid and it came after a few minutes.

"Come on, I know you love the way I ride him," I remarked as she just stayed on the ground.

"No, I would rather jump off the cliff than go through your riding again." she snarked, feigning annoyance.

"Bela you really do not have a choice, just get on. I promise to travel and ride it extra safely just for you." I said with a smirk, and to my delight, she finally relented and agreed to get on

"If you say so, I don't want to fall," she whined, though I could tell she was secretly excited to take to the skies again. I wanted her to know that I would take care of her, no matter what.

"You literally just said you wanted to jump off isn't the same thing?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but you're taking care of me if I fall off. I'm your responsibility!" she reminded me, emphasizing the responsibility part.

"Quit being a baby, nothing will happen to you," I assured her, wanting to ease any worries she might have. She stared at me, I couldn't help but smile at her insistence. "Alright, alright, you're my responsibility, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you. Now, hop on and hold on tight. We're in for a magical ride," I said, offering her my hand to help her onto Aerionyx's back.

As she finally got on, I made sure she was comfortable and secure before taking off into the night sky. We soared through the skies on Aerionyx, and the wind caressed our faces as we soared above the magical world, and I could feel Belaflora's initial fear transforming into excitement and wonder. Belaflora clung tightly to my waist. I made sure to take it slow and steady. Keeping her comfort and safety in mind. The magical world below unfolded like a mesmerizing tapestry, with floating islands and waterfalls that defied gravity. I couldn't help but admire the beauty of it all and neither could Bela.

Belaflora's grip on me loosened slightly, and she couldn't help but be blown away by the breathtaking view. "Okay, I have to admit, this is pretty amazing," she said, a touch of admiration in her voice.

"I told you so," I teased, and she playfully nudged me.

After a while, we descended and landed near a quaint little cottage nestled among ancient trees. It was the home Belaflora used to live in with her grandmother before she went to school. Memories flooded back to her, and I could see a mix of emotions flicker across her face.

"Bela, are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, it's just strange being back here after all this time. I haven't been gone for long but I miss being here. So many memories..."

We approached the cottage, and the door creaked open as if welcoming us. Inside, everything looked just as Belaflora had left it, with colourful paintings, magical trinkets, and pictures on the walls.

"I never thought I'd be back here this soon," Belaflora whispered, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

As we explored the cottage, Belaflora's eyes fell upon an old, dusty photo frame. Her trembling hand picked it up, revealing a picture of a younger her with her parents, Helvetica and another man I didn't recognize.

"Who's this man in the picture?" I asked gently.

Belaflora's eyes glistened with tears. "That's my father, but I don't remember him. He left when I was very young just like my mom did. At the same time."

"I'm sorry, Bela," I said softly, wrapping my arms around her for support.

"There is something I'm supposed to find, but I don't know what it is," she said as she walked through her house. Suddenly, we heard a cracking noise, as if a wood panel wasn't put in right and was breaking.

"Did you hear that sound? I think one of your floorboards moved?" I pointed at the one that was different from the others.

"My house is old, so it makes sounds and has new holes and cracks every day. So that's not new, Cel," she dismissed what I heard, not wanting to check it out.

"What if there is something there, though?" I pressed, thinking there might be more to this.

"If there is something, then I would be too scared to see what it is," she admitted hesitating to see.

Despite her fear, we continued to search through the cottage and eventually found ourselves in the kitchen. After checking the cupboards and the drawers and finding nothing. I convinced her to come back to the area that was making the noise, and she agreed. We both heard the sound once again as she stepped on the floorboard to our surprise the sound was more pronounced. Guided by intuition, Belaflora carefully examined the spot. It seemed like there was something beneath it.

Belaflora sat there for a moment before gaining the courage to pry open the floorboard, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside, she found a collection of letters, all addressed to her but never sent. Her heart sank as she realized that her mother had been writing to her all these years.

"I can't believe she tried to reach out to me, and I never knew. Why did my Nonna not reply or show me these letters?" she asked, her voice choked with emotion.

"Maybe there was a reason she couldn't send them," I suggested, trying to offer some peace of mind in this moment of discovery.

Belaflora shook her head. "I don't know, but I can't forgive her for leaving me here all alone. Even if she tried to contact me, it still doesn't change that fact."

I held her close, understanding the pain and confusion she must be feeling. "You don't have to forgive her right away, Bela. It's a complicated situation, and you have every right to feel hurt. Just remember that your grandmother loved you, and she might have had her reasons for doing what she did. Your grandmother loves you so much."

Belaflora whimpered, wiping away a tear. "I know, but it still hurts, you know? Both of them hurt me in different ways."

"I do. But you're not alone in this, Bela. I'm here for you, and we'll face whatever comes our way together," I reassured her, kissing her forehead gently.

Just then, we heard a familiar voice, and Belaflora's eyes lit up as soon as she saw her."Bela my sweet forest princess, I thought I heard your voice." Nonna Margherita said, wheeling herself to us.

"Nonna! I've missed you so much, It's not the same without you." She said embracing her grandmother tightly.

"Oh, this must be the one you like, Alastair." Nonna Margherita whispered with a knowing smile, causing my heart to skip a beat. Her voice carried to my ears, leaving me heartbroken that she never talked about me with her grandma.

"No Nonna, this is not him, this is my friend Celsian. He is my best friend." Belaflora corrected her grandmother, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed because she left me with a sharp pain within me. Why do I feel this way?

She said something that shocked me even more. "Then this love I see in both of your eyes. What is this?" Nonna Margherita inquired, her perceptive eyes searching our souls and making Belaflora blush.

"It's nothing that you need to worry about," Belaflora replied, trying to brush it off.

"There is something that I saw on the table. It's the first time I've ever seen it, Nonna," Belaflora diverted what they were talking about, changing the subject to the hidden compartment she had found.

"What is it, my darling? Show me," Nonna Margherita encouraged her, and I decided to go and retrieve the letters for her but I had to ask her if she truly wanted to put her grandma in that situation.

"Bela, do you really want to stress out your grandma," I asked, concerned.

"I deserve answers, Cel. I want to know what it is," she insisted, her voice firm.

"If you want to then should I get it for you?" I offered, wanting to be of assistance but also sensing her need to uncover the truth.

"Yeah, can you bring them to the living room? Thanks, Cel, so much," she said gratefully, and I couldn't help but smile at her appreciative gesture.

"Welcome, you know I would do anything for you," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for her. I left to go fetch the letters.

I picked one of the letters up and read the address and information, it was from 'Fiorenza Giulia Silvestri' to 'Belaflora Viola Silvestri'. It came ten years ago. But how is that possible, how could Belaflora's baby sister have sent mail to her? Especially if she had passed away a long time ago. Unless... I couldn't comprehend the thought, and my mind raced with questions and emotions. The discovery of the letters added another layer of mystery to Belaflora's life, and I knew that we were about to uncover secrets that had been buried for far too long.