she was just a myth, orbiting in an endless cycle of destruction and rebirth. She only existed in his mind; a paranoia. There were no photographs, no receipts to prove it, he wasn't even sure if she was real. But there was a yearning. They say that souls are beyond logic, they defy the laws of materialism, time and space. So does love. And no matter how many times she is washed from his brain, she just finds a way back. for souls cannot be starved of light when the sun itself blinds the eye. ... previously called, 'wrong'

She was Orochimaru's experiment. She was transported to the past. Now, she needs to fix everything. And make it all right.

Being reborn into the Uchiha clan in the same generation as Itachi promises nothing but a short-lived second life. But, hey-if I'm going to die with certainty, I might as well go out with a bang, right? ((Not my book! Original writer is 'peccolia' on fanfiction.net)) ((This book made me cry)) ((Not Itachi x oc))((Not edited))