The ink glowed faintly as it settled into the page, the words forming like breath on cold glass.
We traveled the world together…
Noel leaned back in the chair, fingers still resting on the edge of the parchment. His emerald eyes narrowed slightly.
'Why is everything more complicated than it needs to be…'
He exhaled slowly. The flame orb above him flickered with his breath.
'The history everyone knows is wrong… He wasn't alone like Charlotte just read to me a few moments ago. He had someone with him—and I learn that from the very first damn line.'
He ran a hand through his hair and leaned forward again, eyes scanning the freshly formed sentence with growing tension. His fingertips hovered near the paper, as if touching it might make it vanish.
The page continued to write.
We helped everyone, him and I, though people only ever paid attention to him.