Chapter 102: The Woman In The Picture
EMMA
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Owen’s ho was really beautiful. I couldn’t help but marvel at the interior decor within, he did say the house was old but it looked quite okay to , it was well kept and the designs may be multiple like how it looked in the 80s pictures I have seen but it is still presentable. I breathed the air, and now that is certainly the hoy feeling.
"I will get you sothing, juice or..." he asked .
"Just water," I said as I kept observing. I heard his exiting footsteps but then my eyes caught the picture against the wall, there were many but the ones that caught my eyes were the large ones, they mainly looked like all those frad photos you would see at a museum, it consists of two n and then an older lady. Maybe his grandparents or sothing.
I leveled my gaze and I found so pictures on the shelves, I tilted my head to the side observing them, well this looked like a family photo, I smiled when I saw a young photo of Owen, well he looked cute, and then a man beside him having matured looks was next to him, they looked like they were fishing or sothing, I spotted the hat and then the fishing tackle, I didn’t have ti to study his looks when my eyes caught one and my eyes rely went wide in shock, and my blood ran cold.
What the heck? What was this? Was I seeing things? Is that?
"Emma?"
I heard Owen but I couldn’t process my brain right now, my shaky hands reached for the picture hesitantly, maybe I was seeing things, maybe a closer look then.
But it was right before my eyes now, my grip on the picture slightly tightened, my gaze quivered and my body tautened, this was the sa lady, this was the sa woman, this was the librarian, the woman I saw in my dreams standing next to a middle-aged man.
"Emma"
I slowly moved my confused and shocked gaze to him, I was too stunned to speak but I knew I can’t keep quiet for long, not now, I need to tell him. I turned the photo and pointed to her, I noticed his hurtful expression.
"I know this woman" I confessed in a shaky tone, I was still trying to process this but the dots sort of clicked in so way and it both split my head and made
more confused.
"What are you talking about Emma," he said in a tone I couldn’t recognize. I shivered just by the re sound of it, but I needed to relay what I said, I needed him to understand.
"I know this woman"
"No Emma you don’t" he spoke in a more ardent tone with stern looks like no one could convince him otherwise, doesn’t he believe ?
"I said I-
"She died years ago!" he yelled at
and I jumped.
Yet another dot connected that was why he had hurtful eyes that was why he was speaking to
in a foreign tone, he knew this woman. "She’s..." He began in a shifty tone, it was shaky, partly broken and it felt like he was about to reveal sothing he couldn’t share with
yet, sothing kept and what he didn’t wanna talk about because I could feel it he was in pain, I tried to open my mouth to tell him to stop but my brain didn’t let , the curiosity was overriding my body, taking over.
"She’s my mom" he took a deep breath, it was shaky and hard for him but he continued. "She died the day I was born"
It can’t be! I was forced to cover my mouth. I didn’t know if it was in shock or fear, maybe both, I bit my lip, hard, to the point it gave
what I hated, pain, that was exactly how I felt right now, pain for him!
"So Emma..." he t my eyes but they were distant and cold. "There’s no way you should know this woman, so stop the joke"
Does he think it’s a joke? Does he think I’m lying? Only that I wasn’t, I was telling the truth, the truth that chilled even my bones, I should tell him but I was still frozen in place like I was having a brain freeze, my action was dimd and my mind a ss.
He turned to leave but I let it set loose.
"I saw her!"
He faces . "Emma" he breathed like he couldn’t deal with this anymore, well I can’t too!
"I’m telling the truth Owen, I’m sorry" I added in a faint tone, it was hard for him and
too! "I-I-I think I’m going crazy beca-"
"Hey, hey" he held
with worried eyes. I was shaking, I wasn’t the one who needed his comfort right now, he was the one, I just opened an old wound and I regretted it.
"Emma"
My eyes back to him, he was hurt and worried at the sa ti, can I tell him? Can I? He would think I’m crazy, he would think I was joking but that was the only explanation but then again he deserved to know, he has every right to, so that I can make sense, make sense of it, that the woman I saw was dead.
"The librarian, the intruder, the woman who gave
that book at the bookstore..."
His eyes slowly widened, yes, he was guessing it right and it sounded just as crazy when saying it out loud.
"S-S-She’s the one I saw..." I leveled my eyes back to the picture just to be sure of myself but it remained the sa, the sa terrifying truth. The woman with curly brown hair and brown eyes, and beautiful, just like how I saw her in the library and in my dream.
The familiar feeling I got from Owen, I have seen that look before.
"...the sa person"
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The silence was getting both lengthy and discomfiting, I kept shifting my gaze to Owen who remained till and lost in thought, his features unreadable. I gulped for the tenth ti since we have sat like this, daring myself to break this ardent silence but I couldn’t bring myself to. My head churned with several questions.
I tried maintaining my breathing so that it wouldn’t get out of pitch, I was still shaken from the revelation that was set before us. The woman I saw was Owen’s mother, the woman I saw was a ghost. This explains why the findings about her were unknown, because she doesn’t exist anymore, and in all this, the discovery which shocked
the most and made my blood chill, ’I can see ghosts?!’
"Are you sure?" his question snapped
out of my plight, making my gaze fall back to him but his eyes remained on the table, lost. I could see it, he was thinking, he was hurt and he was confused and it only hurt
further.
I sighed. "Y-Yes," I answered. "B-Brown hair and eyes, I’m certain she’s the one"
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I don’t believe this" he began opening his eyes. "I an..." he huffed but it wasn’t heartfelt, almost like he was doubting himself. "I’m a warlock which is normal for
but I can’t believe you saw my mom, I an it..."
He paused when my hand grip his arm and he faced . "You don’t have to talk about it," I said in a quiet tone.
He shook his head and I was about to speak because I didn’t want more wounds open, he was hurting and I knew it, he grew up without a mother and I only just realized that now.
"When did you see her again?" he asked before I could speak for myself.
"I-In a dream"
He narrowed his eyes at , in confusion.
"I know it sounds crazy"
"No no" he sighed, he took a minute but he spoke. "I never knew anything about her, I only knew her na" a small smile found his lips but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Mary Sherman. My dad said she was the most beautiful woman he has ever t, gentle, kind, I have always wished that she was here"
I felt a sting in my heart, he never knew her face, her voice, her words, nothing. My grip on his arm tightened and he shifted his gaze to
with a small smile.
"That’s all I know of her"
"S-She was about to say sothing to , but I woke up, I haven’t dreamt about her ever since the nightmare"
"What else did she say?"
"She pleaded that it wasn’t her intention to curse
by giving
that book, I think she has a reason for it"
"A reason?"
I nodded, over ti when I think about my last encounter with her, I have co to that conclusion.
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