#Chapter 315: Hidden Dreams

Olivia Nathan’s face was red, as though being asked about his dreams was something that had never happened before. “Me? Dreams? Nah,” he said, shaking his head and causing a lock of blond hair to fall into his eyes. “Don’t have any.” I narrowed my eyes, not believing him for a moment. “C’mon, Nathan. Don’t lie to me.” Nathan fell silent for a few moments before he finally spoke, his face somehow turning an even deeper shade of red. “I… Well, it’s stupid, really. Not even really a dream—” “Nathan! Spit it out!” I urged as I nudged him with my elbow. He grinned sheepishly. “Alright, alright. When I was younger, I wanted to write books. More specifically, I wanted to write children’s books. And I wanted to… illustrate them, too.” At Nathan’s confession, I felt my eyes widen slightly. “Really?” I blurted out. “Nathan, you’ve never told me this.” He shrugged indifferently and took my hand, guiding me away from the painting we were standing in