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Part 2

Two days passed and Adam decided to forget what had happened, though it still bothered him. He went back to his usual day-to-day drill: walking around, waiting for nothing. That afternoon, she saw that same woman walking around also, as if looking for someone. He decided to let her be since she probably forgot about what happened too.

Then, they bumped into each other again. The stranger's eyes widened and her face suddenly lit up. Adam was confused. What was going on? He turned around and walked away like nothing happened. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn't her.

"Wait!" The woman shouted. She instantly ran toward Adam's direction, and whispered "I'm so sorry. Let's talk, please?" It is her.

Adam shrugged, "Fine. I know a place." He said.

Adam led the stranger to a library, The British Library, specifically. It was a huge library, undeniably the largest one in London.

The woman gave a questioning look at her ghost companion.

"Just go after me so it doesn't look weird or suspicious," was all he said.

They went to the reading room. It was a dome, with its walls covered with shelves of books. The chairs and tables were arranged in such a way that readers would be able to concentrate on their own worlds that they are making while reading.

The stranger was completely awed by what she saw. It was her first time to go there.

"Okay. Get a book and sit." Adam said, breaking the silence.

She got a random book and went straight to the farthest seat with the fewest crowds. She sat down and examined the book. It was a collection of the greatest poems ever made. She opened it on a random page, and it was a sonnet.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)

Adam leaned on the desk. "So, what's your name?" he asked.

"Evette." she answered, "and I can actually see ghosts, like you, huh?"

Adam nodded. "My name's Adam. I have been a ghost for a while. Your eyes have possibly been opened by a monster from The Nether that's stuck here in the Wandering Realm. People like you are considered precious. Some humans even pretend to have this gift. Still, if I were you, I'd prefer to call your gift a curse, because from now on, you shall see things you're not supposed to see."

"What?" she shouted dubiously. Adam shushed her quite violently.

"Sorry, this book was really exciting." She excused, waving the book that she got earlier. Fortunately, nobody seemed to look at them both.

Adam smirked. "You will be stuck in this state for a while, and when I say for a while, I mean for your whole lifetime."

"No." She said, denying the fact that what Adam said was true.