Elsewhere, The Sequel

Somewhere


Dear Diary,
Ever since I was little, I've always had memories of dying because I forgot to look when crossing the road. I remember someone who I loved very dearly, but had to let go. I remember meeting someone who was already dead.
My Mother said I was just making things up, and that I've always had an over-active imagination. But everything seems too real to be... unreal.
There is this new kid in school. He seems sort of familiar. He's two years younger than me and his name is Oliver. He keeps on looking at me. I've never been in love before. Not really. But I seem so drawn to a boy two years younger than me. It's insane, I know!
At the back of my memories, I seem to remember Oliver's face. I'm drew a drawing of how he should look when he's a bit older (according to my 'memories').
Mother says it's all a big deja-vu, but I don't believe her.
Love you lots,
Julia

Two years later...

Dear Diary,
I just found the slip of paper with the drawing of Oliver on it. Oliver looks exactly the same as him. We're kind-of secretly together. He says he sort-of remembers me too. He can drive a boat! He said it just came naturally to him, he didn't even have lessons. I told him I had a vision of us both in a boat together before I had even met him.
Peace!
Julia

Two years later...

Dear Diary,
There's a girl around the block, so small and so young, and Oliver seems attached to her! He says that he thinks he remembers her from somewhere. I think I do too. It's so odd!
Ta-ta for now,
Julia

Seventy years later...

Dear Diary,
It all makes sense now. I knew Oliver from after-life. From Elsewhere. I think I remember it all now, my memory may be getting older and older now, but I still remember everything. I was a girl called Elizabeth, but I was called Liz. I died young (because of a car-crash or something like that) and I met Oliver, who had also died young. I don't remember much else, but I get to see my Mother again. She died thirty years ago.
I don't know how this diary got here, but I found it on my bed when I arrived on the SS Nile. Oliver hasn't died yet, but I can't wait to see him again.
Forever and always,
Julia