3.1 | Undead

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February 14, 2020

Victoria Island, Lagos, Nigeria.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

Bukola was dead. She died three years ago. I saw her dead body, arranged a funeral for her and watched them lower the love of my life six feet into the ground.

But she was here. Unless my eyes were deceiving me or I was going crazy, I was pretty sure this was Bukola. The most bizarre thing was, even though I remembered the mall crashing on her, standing before me, she didn't have a scratch on her body. Not even one.

If that didn't scream creepy then I didn't know what did.

Someone grabbed my arm and shook me out of my daze. When I faced Lara, her eyes were wide with worry and her lips were turned down into a frown.

"Are you okay?" she questioned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I might as well have, but I wasn't sure.  My words stuck to my throat as I stared at her, lips parted. Realising that trying to speak was pointless at this point, I turned back to look at where Bukola was.

She was gone.

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February 17, 2020

Jacobson builders. Lagos, Nigeria.

"You mean to tell me, that you saw Bukola, the ex girlfriend who died in the Maryland crash of twenty seventeen?" I didn't like the way he said "twenty seventeen", like I was lying about what I saw.

A pile of unattended to documents sat at the top right corner of my worktable, a calendar stood at the other corner. Those documents were due in a less than twenty four hours, but they were the least of my problems.

The item at the top of my problem list was that I was going mad.

With the way Yemi was looking at me, he thought so too. He had his legs flung carelessly over each other on my table while his hands were clasped together on his stomach. And he was staring at me like I needed a trip to the mental asylum.

"I did," I replied, very uncertain of myself.

This woman was dead, yet I'd seen her. As much as I would have loved to agree with my subconscious that I was just imagining things, I knew what I saw. And that was Bukola. Yemi, didn't believe me, at all.

Truly, I couldn't blame him. I couldn't believe myself.

He gaped at me for a moment, then burst out laughing, taking his feet off my table. "You're crazy." I didn't argue. "I thought you said you moved on, Jacob?"

I lifted my eyebrows and raised my hands in the air in exasperation. "I have moved on! Lara and I are going to be happily married soon."

He scoffed, "then why are you seeing your ex everywhere?"

"I am not seeing her everywhere, it was just a one time thing." My gaze dropped to the files and I groaned mentally. I had to finish up with them soon.