| Picture is (c) at Danica Azares|
This is my first reincarnation. How did I know? I still have my memories of my uncle, and that fateful night I will never forget. I do remember having my soul separated from my body. That must be for the reincarnation. Before, I regard reincarnations as assurances of people who fear hell. But this one is an exception. Now that I've acquired a body, my main purpose is clear: look for my uncle who might have been reincarnated as well.This is an interesting event that happened during my journey, and I feel the need to narrate it to make it known how I met my reincarnated uncle.
|The First Letter|
|The Beginning of the Predicament|
|Hints of her Feelings|
|Treading Separate Ways|
|Part I: The Consent to her Betrothal|
“Good day, madam. What can I do for you?” His voice was dripping with rich sarcasm. I could tell. I immediately flashed him an equally sarcastic smile and did a sign of respect by bowing my head.
“I’m looking for Mr. Mark Anthony Cai. I-”
“Hurry up, JC. The food’s getting cold.” A deep, booming voice shook the house. Edward looked alarmed.
“Tsk. Come on in.” He grabbed my right wrist and I helplessly ran with him. His hold was iron hard. Did grandpa call him JC? Oh. My hopes and dreams of him having no connection or whatsoever were gone with the wind.
When we came to the dining room, grandpa was wide-eyed shocked to see me. I flashed a hesitant smile before pulling my arm out of his grip.
“Good day, grandpa. I brought some cakes for you.” I placed the boxes on the empty space on the wooden oval table and bent over to kiss him on the cheek. Edward seemed quiet. He must be shocked with the way things were.
“Ah, it’s nice to see you again, young lady. Pray tell me what you baked for me today.” His brown eyes were full of playful mischief and I grinned back at him.
“Let’s see. I baked some apple pie, blue berry tarts and your favorite, strawberry cheesecake. How’s that sound?” I grinned wider, but before he could reply, an unceremonious fake cough made us turn to the neglected being in the kitchen.
So, grandpa explained everything while we ate. Every once in a while, Edward’s and mine’s eyes would meet and throw silent curses with our gazes, and grandpa would glare at him. The meal was good, but I suddenly had the desire to puke when grandpa told me it was Edward who made it.
It's not supposed to be this way. He was so near yet so far. I had him at the tip of my fingertips but... He did not remember me. I thought it was okay since I regained my memories. I cried my heart out on that day the lover I found was my uncle, who apparently did not remember a single memory of his niece. Nevertheless, I'll care for him like I did before. I won't expect him to have his memories regained on the spot, but I will wait...
Hey guys! Authoress here! I'll probably show you the whole "broken letter" there and the last two letters together with the unsent letters from both parties (Ciel and Mark). Tune in for updates! And tell me what you think :)