Afterlife

Chapter 4

Emily sat down dejectedly. She was confused. She didn't know whether what she saw was real or not. She sighed as she got her pen and notebook from her bag. She needed some distraction to keep her mind away from the girl that she saw.

Will you promise me you'll search for us,
Will you find me afterlife?

To her surprise words come out easily as she write them down. "I guess seeing her even though it's an imagination still has its perks."

She was playing with her pen when a piece of paper fell onto her feet. Emily picked it out. "Exhibition of Emily Dickinson's Works." she read. "Today is the last day?" she said as she saw the date on the pamphlet.

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Anna was looking around the exhibition and she stopped in front of a portrait of Emily Dickinson. There's something about it that makes her heart hurt and she doesn't know why.

She lifted her hand and was about to touch the photo. "You can't touch that." She looked back and saw a staff of the exhibition standing behind her. "I'm sorry. I'm -" She said but she stopped when she saw a girl looking around. She squinted her eyes and she thought of where she could have seen her. "The portrait." She muttered. Anna then looked back to the portrait behind her. "That's her..." She looked back and the girl was gone.

The staff gave her a weird look which somewhat made Anna felt embarrassed. She continued looking around so as to avoid embarrassing herself more.

A poem has caught her attention.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the Winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor – Tonight –
In Thee!

Anna heard a familiar voice. A voice that only she can recognize. She looked around to look for the source of that voice. That's when she saw the girl that looked exactly like Emily Dickinson, standing behind her.

It seemed like the time has stopped when there eyes met. She could feel her heart pound as she looked into those eyes.

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Emily froze as she stood in front of the girl that she saw earlier. She was just reading the poem out loud but the girl in front of her turned around and suddenly time has stopped. 

"Sue..." Unconsciously, she lift her hand and about to touch her face, when the girl stepped back. It was then that Emily was brought back to reality.

"I'm sorry. I -" Emily said as pulled her hand back. "I did not mean to scare you. It's just you looked exactly like someone I knew."

The girl didn't speak and just stared at her. "You looked exactly just like her." The girl said after a while.

"I'm sorry, what?" Emily couldn't believe what she just heard. "You looked exactly like Emily Dickinson!" The girl said then she pulled her hand and lead her back to Dickinson's portrait.

Emily looked at the girl and then she looked at the portrait in front of her. She covered her mouth in her shock. "How could this be possible?"