Life After Life

•C h a p t e r F o u r•

The rest of my night was spent scrolling through the internet, clicking through all possible websites. I was so desperate, I even went into the second page of Google's results.

Hunter was radio silent. I had texted and called multiple times but he never answered and instead, he left me on read.

I sighed, clicking on his contact name again on my phone. I brought it to my ear and wasn't surprised to hear that my call went straight to voicemail — like it had all night. All I wanted to do was apologize again for earlier in the day and he wouldn't even give me the chance to.

It would be fine, Hunter would talk to me again tomorrow when he cooled down. I just hated the waiting game that we played many times before.

I tossed my phone across the bed and took a long sip from the cup of tea I had sitting on my bedside table. I focused my attention back onto my laptop.

I was relieved that it was only the first day of lectures that I'd missed. That way that I could dedicate the whole night to figuring out what was happening with me without falling behind.

The internet was useless, I didn't know what I was expecting.

I hoped that I could find a direct answer to my memories from two centuries ago, but obviously that was unattainable.

Restlessly, I clicked onto Google Images. I scrolled at random, seeing random pictures that ranged from animals and books. I didn't know how any of that related to what I was looking for. Google could be so useless sometimes.

I reached for the cup on my bedside table again, and took another long sip — only to spit out the tea a second later in a fit of coughs when one of the images caught my eye.

"What the fuck," I choked as I clicked onto a picture to enlarge it.

It was a photo, a very old photo of Noah and I — or actually it was Liam now. I looked elegant in a long puffy gown and Noah was also dressed extravagantly in a long coat that curved backwards, with a hat. The only difference was that my hair was light, now it was a dark shade of brown. Noah looked identical.

The picture was colourless, but regardless, I still remembered that my gown was green. It was a beautiful shade of forest green, and Noah's coat was black. I frowned, remembering how excited Liam and I were when we took that photo. It was some sort of engagement photo our parents had us take.

The picture was posted on a historical website run by a museum — with no other information regarding it other than the fact that it was taken sometime in the 19th century. I shoved the name of the museum into the search bar only to find that it was located in England.

I weighed the chances that I'd be able to skip classes and all of my mom's dinner parties to run off to England.

Yeah, it was close to zero.

In a haste, I saved the picture and shut my laptop. A smile spread over my face. I knew I wasn't insane. But then it meant that there was no doubt that Noah was still with me.

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It wasn't a surprise when I woke up with dark circles under my eyes the next morning. I accepted the fact that I may have also been alive two centuries ago, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.

As much I dreaded it and made my blood boil, knew I had to talk to Liam. After all, he remembered who I was.

I had tossed and turned all night, remembering everything I'd experienced in the 19th century. But there weren't many good memories and most had me livid with how I lived back then. The only good ones were those with Mother and Father.