Somebody's Waiting
By Lorie

	She stood by the window watching the night sky. 
The moon wasn't full but shown brightly as it danced 
with the stars on this clear night. It was Halloween, 
the night when those long gone walked the earth 
again. She rested her forehead on the windowpane and 
sighed. There was only one who was gone she wanted to 
see again. She held his picture to her chest as if to 
feel his presence again. "Oh, Eric! I miss you so 
much." She whispered to the photo. It was her 
favorite. He was leaning over his drum kit with such 
a sexy look in his eyes. It made her happy Bruce used 
it on the cover of the "Rockology" CD. She knew he 
would have used the same picture. 
	She sat the picture down on the table and walked 
over to her stereo and put the CD in the player. She 
needed to hear his voice. As his singing filled the 
room, she began to cry, again. She shook her head, 
"You've got to stop this girl. He's gone." Still, she 
felt guilty. There were so many things left unsaid. 
She tried to tell him as he laid in a coma those last 
few weeks of his life but she didn't know if he heard 
her. 
	He was getting better. He was supposed to have 
his whole life ahead of him. Forty-one is too young 
to die. He had such a good heart and that's what she 
loved most about him. He was so sweet and kind. It's 
true when they say the good die young. 
	Her favorite song was starting. Eric's love song 
drifted in the air. In the song he sang of his love 
for his princess, his Tiara. She listened for a 
moment. For some reason the song seemed different, 
like there was another voice singing along. She 
checked the settings on the stereo. No, everything 
was okay. It was probably her imagination. 
	She walked over to her full length mirror and 
looked at her reflection. As she wiped the tears from 
her face, she saw something out of the corner of her 
eye. She focused on it and couldn't believe what she 
was seeing. It was Eric standing by the window 
looking at her and singing. She rubbed eyes and 
looked again. He was still there. She slowly turned 
around and saw him smiling at her.
	"Hi, baby. It's me. Don't be scared." He slowly 
walked toward her as he talked. He looked as perfect 
as he did in her picture. He reached out and caressed 
her face. His touch was cool and felt like 
electricity on her skin. She held his hand next to 
her cheek and looked into his eyes confused. "I've 
been given one night, tonight, to be with you. You've 
been so sad and I wanted to make you feel better."
	She could feel the tears stream down her face, 
"Eric." He reached out and pulled her in his arms, 
"Don't cry, baby, please. No more tears." She clung 
to him, never wanting to let go. He was solid but he 
felt cool to the touch and there was a tingle of 
electricity where ever she touched him. She raised 
her head up and placed her hand on his chest. The 
strong heartbeat she loved to feel under her palm 
when she slept with him wasn't there. He placed his 
hand on hers and pulled it away.
	He reached down and picked her up and carried 
her to the bed. She didn't remember pulling the 
covers down but he laid her down and pulled the 
blanket over them as he laid down next to her. As he 
held her he told her he did hear everything she told 
him. He was grateful for how she stayed with him as 
he laid in the coma, talking to him and holding his 
hand. "I wanted to do so much more but the damage had 
been done. If I would have woke up, I would have been 
a vegetable. You know I hate vegetables." She laughed 
at his joke. It felt good having him there, holding 
her and stroking her hair and face. 
	"Eric, I'm sorry. I just can't let go. You were 
so perfect for me." She tried to say everything she 
wanted to but kept tripping over her words. Finally 
he laid a finger on her lips, silencing her, "I know, 
baby, I know. But you have a long life ahead of you. 
There is someone close to you who loves you as much 
as I do. He's just too shy to do anything about it. I 
think you know who I'm talking about." She did. It 
was Bruce. Ever since his divorce, he's been spending 
a lot of time with her. Eric smiled then became 
serious, "But you have to let go of me. I'll always 
be watching you but I want you to live life. It's too 
precious to waste mourning for me. I love you and I 
know you love me but I'm gone now. I'm not suffering 
anymore. Please let me go." She looked him in eyes, 
"It won't be easy." He smiled at her, "Give Bruce a 
chance. Soon you'll be laughing again." 
	He looked at the window, "I have to go. Remember 
I love you and I'll be watching." He leaned down and 
kissed her softly on the lips. He got out of the bed 
and walked toward the window. He turned to face her 
and smiled. In a flash of light and glitter he was 
gone. She sat up in the bed and looked at the window 
for the longest time. 
	She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed 
the phone. She dialed the number from memory and 
hoped he was still up. When he answered she could 
tell he was and that he was alone. "Bruce, It's me. I 
was wondering would you like to go out to breakfast 
tomorrow?"