Strings Of Time

VII

(Elise's POV)

I was reading another Jane Austen book in a cold night with a warm milk on my bedside table, this particular book struck me with different kinds of behavior with some English class. I believe it was set in Britain.

While reading, another thought of Alex Mathews came across my mind. For the past few days that I have been working on a music sheet, I would sneak a peek at her forbidden door thinking that she might walk across my room and ask me to tone down the music, but with no luck at all only the sight of the old Russian housekeeper was the only view from across the hall. She's the only one who's allowed to go in and out of her room. I would always see her coming out of that room bringing out cans and bottles of alcoholic beverages. She would also bring her young master some food but sometimes it was hardly touched when it was carried out. What could have happened to Alex Mathews?

She does look like Christopher Carlisle. Her eyes are electric blue as well, her shoulder length hair is blonde, her nose is pointy and her lips are just like Christopher's. Oh and her physique, her expressions... how she walks and her deep voice as well, she is the spitting image of Christopher. Could it be that Cindy's prediction about her was reincarnation? Was there such things? Sometimes, I find it hard to believe... but in my case, I think I must believe.

The next day, Olly and I took our bikes and went to a restaurant to have our Friday brunch out.

"How's the composing thingy with Mr. Mathews?" asked Olly while munching his bacon. He wasn't even looking at me, he's more focused on eating his favorite crunchy bacon.

I looked outside the window and pouted as I anchored my chin onto my palm, "It's okay... I guess?" I sighed and drifted my mind off again.

Olly snatched a peek at me and smiled, "Just okay? C'mon, Ely... You're better than that. Tell me more. I wanna hear everything." he said cheerfully and started munching his bacon again.

I glared at him with bored eyes and sighed. I then rested my back and crossed my arms with another sigh, "Well... If you must know, the work is amazing, my boss is great, the mansion is not creepy after all, and... I like the view from way up there. The end."

Olly halted and looked at me while blinking his eyes. I bet he couldn't believe that I'm not that talkative today. He scrunched his eyebrows and swallowed his last piece of bacon. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and just stared at me after. His mouth was forming a smirk while scratching his brow. "What's your deal today? Are you sick or somethin'? I'm not used to seeing you like this."

I looked down with sad eyes, "I don't know." I said quietly. "I was just... thinking..."

He slowly nodded while trying to figure out what I was gonna say, "And?"

I sighed again and bit my lip, "Olly, if you saw someone who looks exactly like the person that you loved in the past... what would you feel? I mean... what would you do?"

Olly smirked again and placed his closed hands on the table and looked at me deeply, "Hmm... that's an odd question. But... of course, I wouldn't let that person go. I would get to know her, the real her... be there for her when she needs me... I don't know. Something like that... I guess? Why are you asking?"

I wiped my face with my hands, frustrated of what I'm gonna do. "But that's impossible, right? I mean, you already accepted the fact that the person you loved in the past was long gone and you have to move on. There's no second chances of meeting the same person, right? Whereas seeing the lookalike... It's impossible."

Olly pursed his lips while thinking of an answer, he then scratched his head and gestured his hands, ready to say a word, "Not if it is fate."

"Fate? You believe in that?"