The next day.
Early morning.
Bragi sat up groggily from his bed. He stared blankly at the sunlight outside the window for a moment, then seemed to remember something and leaped out of bed, rushing to the red mailbox.
He swallowed, reached out, and nervously opened the mailbox...
Inside lay a letter, perfectly still.
Bragi's eyes immediately lit up. He took out the letter, and the moment he saw the graceful handwriting at the beginning, he froze as if struck by lightning.
It was her handwriting.
There was no mistaking it!
Trembling, he tore open the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, and began reading quickly.
"...My dearest Bragi, I never imagined that I would find this letter beneath my pillow. You cannot imagine how excited I was when I saw it."
"...As you said, I will burn this letter together with yours. If you can see this letter, then it must mean that this is the greatest miracle in the world..."
"...I am doing well. After we were separated, I returned to shattered Asgard and moved into the little house we built together. Before writing this letter, I had just finished watering the garden. You cannot imagine how beautiful it is here now..."
"...If I could, I would also like to go to your side and hear you play and sing poetry for me once more..."
"...I miss you so much."
"...I look forward to your reply."
After finishing the letter, Bragi's entire body trembled uncontrollably. He clutched the paper tightly, his eyes filled with unprecedented excitement.
She was alive, and she was doing well.
Everything he had feared had not happened!
From now on, although they could not meet for the time being, they could write to each other every day and feel each other's presence... The heart