Jackson's POV
The person I never thought I would see again in my life was standing in front of me. The girl who changed my life, taught me the meaning of love and added colors in my monotonous life. I felt like I was dreaming. Clenching my eyes tightly, I opened them again to see if she was a figment of my imagination but she didn't vanish.
Her eyes, the most beautiful blue color I have ever seen, were looking deep into mine. Her black hair, darker than the color of charcoal, was set on her shoulder. Her golden dress only adding to the glow of her porcelain skin. She was too perfect to be just an imagination. But how was it possible? She was dead, wasn't she?
"Emily?", A question, more like a gasp left my mouth.
She didn't say anything but the tear escaping her eyes said it all. Her ey
