Afraid

SPOV

The range of emotions I felt learning of Eric'southward lies whirled through me like a tornado, ripping abroad the already shattered pieces of my eye similar they'd been held together by null stronger than the spray adhesive I'd used earlier that evening on Madden. After everything we'd been through together I couldn't empathise why he would choose to intentionally injure me the fashion he had, but the pain I felt initially believing he had no memory of me was nothing compared to the injure I at present felt. I'd heard his apologies and felt the sincerity of his words, merely the sting of his expose was likewise fresh; too raw. In my anger, I couldn't stand looking at him for another moment and so I asked him to leave and get back to wherever it was he'd been before me; before united states. Even as he walked out of our bedroom my heart was already begging him to stay, wanting him to fight for another adventure at us, merely when he didn't plow around or say another discussion the ache in my breast only grew larger. I wretched my battered body from the bed and establish the appointment band on the closet floor before limping after him, resolving it would be the final time I would e'er allow myself to become subsequently Eric Northman. My grief overshadowed the pain I could see etched on his face every bit I handed information technology to him and his pleas fell on deafened ears; my heart just couldn't bear any more sorrow. When I shut the door in his tear stricken face information technology took every ounce of forcefulness I had left in me to brand my manner back to bed where I collapsed into a sobbing ball of raw nerves. Eventually, thankfully, I cried myself to sleep.

PPOV

Ending the call from Eric I turned to Siegbert and saw the relief in his eyes as I pulled off my latex gloves, then I gave him 1 last swift kick, lamenting over my already ruined Manolo's, proverb, "While it'due south been fun Magilla Gorilla it seems I don't need y'all subsequently all. Your master is dead." I turned to face Rasul and indicated with a slight heighten of my eyebrow he should lock upwardly the prisoner before I headed upstairs to change out of my blood splattered clothes. I hadn't planned on joining in with the festivities, or else I would accept changed outset, simply I couldn't help myself sometimes feeling the need to add my expertise as information technology were.

I'd gone to check on Eric and Sookie'south progress before, figuring I would be treated to the sounds of them fucking similar rabbits subsequently their reunion, but when I saw they were gone, along with the van, I'd traced its location with the congenital-in GPS to Bon Temps and assumed they'd decided to exercise their fucking at Sookie's home. When Eric chosen and relayed to me what happened I felt relieved Madden was finally dead while being pissed off that Sookie was foolish enough to have left the rubber house on her own. It definitely fit with Eric'south description of her lacking self preservation instincts, but I knew that trait could besides be viewed as a tactical reward if she were properly trained by the Alliance. Eric may have thought I was only kidding, only I had every intention of finding out Sookie's opinion on the affair.

Once Rasul joined me upstairs, I grabbed ane of our spare cell phones for Eric and we went outside, climbing into my minivan and then we could take Madden'due south body dorsum with united states to later exist incinerated. Rasul drove while I called Indira on our fashion in that location, telling her to stop her now fruitless pursuit of Madden so made a few other calls informing my counterparts within the Brotherhood of his demise also every bit Compton's betrayal. As I ended the last phone call we were turning onto a rutted gravel driveway and I looked up to run into the shuddering form of i of the near prolific and lethal assassins in the modern era. It was just when the dank dark's air hitting my natural language did I realize my mouth was gaping open up in shock. I don't become shocked. I don't practice shocked, and so I apace snapped it shut and got out of the van stomping, as much as my Louboutin's would allow over the gravel and grass, to where Eric sat on the front porch steps.

"Are y'all crying again?" I asked incredulously. I could see the black velvet ring box he held in his mitt and figured their reunion didn't go well.

"Fuck you Pam," he said, wiping the tears from his face up.

"What's incorrect now? Does she claim to not remember you lot?" Men were and so fucking stupid sometimes it was no wonder I was a lesbian.

"I don't want to talk about information technology," he protested, pulling himself to his anxiety and heading towards the woods behind the house with Rasul trailing behind him conveying a rolled up body bag in his hand. I'd ruined enough pairs of shoes over the previous twenty 4 hours, so I opted to wait at the house. Given Eric's break down, I doubted Sookie would be receptive to my company at the moment and so I stayed on the porch and took in my environment.

The Christmas tree lying underneath the front end window with broken ornaments dangling from its branches left me perplexed, at outset, and seeing the scattered trash numberless littering her front yard had me thinking Sookie was a slob until I kicked one, accidentally ripping it open up with the heel of my shoe, and saw it was filled with what I assumed was Eric'due south clothes. Information technology answered the questions Eric had refused to and I wondered how long it would be before he would be fit for duty. Even with Madden dead, de Castro was still a thing of concern for the Alliance and I wanted him back inside our ranks every bit soon equally possible.

When they fabricated their way back with Madden'south dead body slung over Rasul'south shoulder I watched Rasul put the torso in the back of the van while Eric somberly picked up the trash bags from the yard and threw them on top before climbing inside himself.

"And then that'due south it?" I asked. "You're just going to get out?"

"It's what she wants," he dully replied.

I highly doubted that, just if it would get him back on the job that much sooner, I was willing to allow it go at the moment knowing I could ever recruit Sookie later on.

"Well then quit acting like a big pussy already because I didn't bring either a handkerchief or a bullshit flag with me; both of which would exist advisable correct now. In case y'all hadn't noticed, de Castro is still out there and I need you lot back on your A-game. I swear…my dick is bigger than yours right now."

I tossed the prison cell telephone I'd brought for him into his lap and got one human foot inside the van when he said, "I'k done. I'm not coming back to the Alliance."

"What?" I gritted my teeth to keep from making the shocked face again. I'd known he wasn't happy prior to his whole amnesia thing, but none of united states were the type to e'er really be happy. Amused peradventure, content fifty-fifty, only not happy. I'd thought he would want to throw himself dorsum into his work as a way to cake out whatever ailed him, but it seemed I was wrong. He'd inverse while he'd been away and, in my opinion, information technology wasn't for the better.

Eric stared back at the farmhouse with the same longing on his confront that I got seeing the new Chanel line every year during Fashion Week. His voice was hoarse every bit he said, "It's not who I am anymore."

"Fuck this bullshit," I snapped, pulling my foot out of the van. I looked to Rasul saying, "Take him dorsum to the safe business firm. If he tries to exit, shoot him," and slammed the van door. I knew Eric could take out Rasul before he could even form the thought to try and defend himself, but I also knew Eric wouldn't damage a fellow agent unless he was forced to. I hoped for Rasul'south sake he wasn't so far gone down the rabbit hole that he felt cornered and lashed out afterward they left.

I turned back towards the farmhouse and heard the engine come up to life behind me with Eric yelling out the open window, "Pam! What are y'all doing?"

"My task!" I yelled dorsum as Rasul tore downward the driveway before Eric could say another word. My telephone was ringing a minute later and once I saw the caller ID flash Eric'due south new number beyond the screen, I shut it off. I knew he would go along calling otherwise and I didn't demand whatever distractions while I did what I was paid to do and fixed the mess he'd made for himself.

SPOV

My head was pounding when I woke up the next morning and the odour of fresh coffee in the air didn't annals every bit odd correct abroad. That is, until I opened my eyes and saw Pam sitting in a chair at the side of my bed with a mug in her mitt.

"It's nigh time," she huffed. I watched her eyes travel around my notwithstanding wrecked bedroom as she said, "I beloved what you've done with the place. Not and so much 'shabby chichi', more 'trailer trash'. Is that the style you were going for?"

"What are you doing here?" I'd never felt so defeated in my life and all I wanted to do was stay in bed for the next few years to wallow in my sorrow. Was that asking too much?

"What happened with Madden last dark? Rasul informed he had third degree burns covering ii thirds of his torso and it smells like you held a bayou barbeque in your living room."

"That's classified." Accept that Ms. Snarky Smug Face.

She smiled saying, "Touché."

I didn't want her admiration, so I asked again, "What are you doing here?"

"Dear Abby says females need other females to bail with and spill their guts out over relationship issues, especially when one is in despair. So hither I am. Spill."

"Huh?" Was she serious? "Do you even know what despair feels like?" My instincts said 'No'.

She looked offended and I almost felt bad until she opened her oral cavity and began to speak.

"Of class I do! I'll give you an example." Pam'southward eyes looked up to the ceiling in thought before she said, "Hither's one; there was a formal issue I had to attend at the White Firm concluding year. It was all a bunch of schmoozing the new administration and the visiting Japanese monarchy, so I searched high and depression for the perfect dress and concluded up having to telephone call in a favor from i of my favorite designers, Vera Wang. She came upwards with a stunning creation in bluish silk with cream colored flowers and green leaves that was to die for. We emailed the effectively details back and forth earlier I flew to New York for the concluding fittings and I felt like a one thousand thousand bucks when I strode through the doors the night of the effect. Then imagine how I felt when Compton walked in with his date wearing my dress! That ass had seen the designs and emails on my desk-bound and even asked me about them like he was interested. I should've put 2 and 2 together then and just had him shot out back," she huffed all cherry-red-faced.

"Are you seriously comparing my heartache to y'all wearing the same dress as someone else?" I asked in disbelief.

"Sookie," she said exasperatedly, "I fretted over that dress for months. I fought with Vera on the length and making it sleeveless. Fought with Vera!" Her whole body shuddered before she continued maxim, "And Compton stole it like the bastard he was and somehow had a knockoff made, draping it over his cocky-important mule of a date, Selah something. I'g jealous that you were the one to end him when I've dreamt of doing that very aforementioned matter ever since that nighttime. And so you see? I practise know what despair feels similar."

I gave my instincts a pat on the back as I picked up the cup of coffee and took a sip before saying in a monotone vocalization, "Oh you poor thing. How did y'all ever recover from such a traumatic feel?"

From the animated wait in her eyes, I guessed I didn't inject enough sarcasm into my voice considering she said, "Oh, I knocked that bowwow out with a sleeper concord in the ladies room and stuffed her unconscious body inside of a broom closet. Compton looked for her for hours with me telling him she must take heard about his tiny dick and left. So you run into my friend? It's up to usa to heal our own hearts. We are in charge of making our ain destiny."

She was unbelievable. "We're non friends Pam and after that story I doubt you even have a middle."

"Oh, simply I do!" she countered. "It near beats out of my chest every spring and fall when I attend Mode Week in New York Metropolis. You shall have to come with me next year and I'll fifty-fifty permit you lot cop a feel so you tin can see for yourself that I accept a heartbeat." The predatory gleam in her middle at the idea made me a little uncomfortable and I nervously glanced around the room looking for more makeshift weapons. Pam continued talking completely oblivious of my weaponry search. "Also, if you come up with me I won't get stuck sitting next to Lollipop Girl similar I did last yr."

"Who?" I knew I shouldn't prolong this baroque conversation past asking any questions, merely I couldn't seem to aid myself.

"I don't know her real name, but she looks like a lollipop. Y'all know, stick trunk making her head look like it's a hundred times bigger than it really is. I think she's supposed to be an actress or something and has some jewelry line…TackyMint? Something similar that, but every time I see her she'due south wearing beige. Biscuit! And these hideous biscuit ankle boots!" Pam'south nose wrinkled in disgust, but I was done humoring her. I only wanted to climb back underneath my blankets and stay at that place.

"Why are you here Pam?" I was pretty sure I already asked her that question, more than than once, only my frazzled brain wasn't working very well at the moment.

She eyed me carefully before admitting, "I came here to ask you how you lot really experience about Eric."

I lay back down in the bed and pulled the covers over my head mumbling, "It doesn't matter anymore."

I didn't fifty-fifty hear her move before the covers were pulled halfway down my body as she said, "Quit hiding, from me and yourself. Where's the girl I saw throwing knives, killing anybody in her path to keep her man safe? Just spit information technology out. How. Do. Y'all. Really. Feel?"

"BETRAYED! Hurt! Angry! SCARED! ALONE!" My screams turned into sobs every bit I cached my confront into my pillow and Pam remained tranquillity until I was all cried out.

"Simply do you yet love him?" she asked.

"Information technology doesn't matter. He doesn't care enough about me, or u.s.a., to fifty-fifty want to effort," I admitted softly.

"What makes you say that?"

"When I asked him to get out last night he didn't even effort to convince me otherwise." I felt weepy all over once more remembering information technology all.

Pam shook her head seeming annoyed and said, "Sookie, men are stupid when it comes to what women want. It's why I'm a lesbian. Eric heard yous say that y'all wanted him to leave, and so in his heed he was only doing what you wanted. But, trust me, leaving y'all was the final affair he wanted to do last night."

"If he really cared, he would have fought to stay," I protested.

"Y'all're non living in some fairytale romance you stupid girl," she spat out. "Life sucks. Shit doesn't always go your way. Deal with it. And yous're beingness a hypocrite if you don't care enough about him to fight for whatever you two had, and so if that's the path you choose then you lot owe me roughly one million dollars."

"What in the hell are you talking almost?" I asked, totally ignoring the nagging feeling I had over her using the discussion 'hypocrite'.

"Well I transferred a quarter mil into your bank account this morning for helping go on Eric safe, only your new balance falls well below what you'll demand to pay me back."

"I told you I don't want that money! And pay you back for what?" I asked, my gloom giving way to anger.

"Then donate it to clemency for all I intendance. And the million dollars is the price of Eric's grooming. You broke my best agent and turned him into a giant pussy. He quit on me last night so now I need a new one."

He quit? I fought back the urge to defend him and instead merely mumbled, "I doubt I bankrupt him."

Pam stood upwardly in a huff and the anger evident on her face frightened me equally she spoke. "Believe what you lot desire. I tin see there's no getting through that thick skull of yours and, frankly, if this is how you choose to deed then you're not worthy of him. I don't think highly of very many people, but he'due south ane of the near honorable men I've ever known and, while he did brand a mistake in lying to you at first, he only did it with the best of intentions wanting to keep you safe. If y'all always pull your head out of your ass long enough to realize the big mistake y'all're making correct at present, I left his new number by the telephone in your kitchen. Only, if you're non willing to let him dorsum into your life, don't use information technology."

I heard her heels storming down the hallway and the front door slam seconds later, leaving me to chew over her words while I cried myself back to sleep.

I stayed in bed for days on end, merely leaving information technology to employ the bath or get a drink of water. It took me 2 days to finish eating the piece of toast and banana I had left sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. I'd noticed on my kickoff venture out of the bedroom that someone had put the Christmas tree dorsum in the living room, but I didn't have the energy to drag information technology back out so I ignored it, hoping it would only become away and have my heartache with information technology.

My mind told me I couldn't hibernate in bed forever, simply every time I tried to get up and move effectually the firm, everything I saw reminded me of Eric so I gave up and crawled back into my hidey hole made up of Gran's quilts on the bed. The bed; it held now painful memories of Eric also, simply as long as I kept my eyes closed and my head covered I could pretend I was anywhere just there. It was no use though because equally soon as I would fall asleep, my dreams would betray my desire to hide by having Eric star in them and I e'er woke up in tears. It made no difference if it was a good dream or a nightmare, they all hurt just the same.

When a week had passed I decided it was time to pull upwardly my big daughter panties and get out of bed once and for all. The fact that the phone hadn't rung once, nor had I had whatsoever visitors afterward Pam left, brought my loneliness to the forefront so I made a decision to end my pity political party and get on with my life. I still believed that if Eric truly wanted to exist with me, he would accept made contact by at present. I just knew one side of him, but how closely that resembled who he really was as a whole, I had no thought. I missed him terribly and more than one time I had started dialing his number before hanging upward halfway through. I now understood he'd acted impulsively and heedlessly out of his need to protect me, only no matter what I'd said that dark in acrimony, it didn't explain his complete withdrawal from my life unless information technology was what he really wanted. His absence made me believe that might be the example and I knew I wouldn't be able to withstand his rejection a second time, so I was agape to put myself out there past making the start move. Withal, I did permit a very small office of myself to hope he might call. His silence was deafening.

I showered and did laundry before heading to the grocery shop since everything in the refrigerator had expired during my time in bed. Although I had been faced with the Christmas tree taunting me daily from my living room, information technology hadn't occurred to me that Christmas was just a couple of days abroad at that signal. It had e'er been my favorite holiday, merely I had no Christmas cheer in me this year. Jason was spending the holidays with his flavor of the calendar month at her parents' condo in Cancun and while I knew I'd always be welcome at Tara and JB's, the baby was one-time plenty this year to savor opening his presents so I didn't desire to intrude on their family time.

I had no desire to cook a large meal but for myself, then I stocked upwardly on some sliced turkey and ham from the deli counter and figured that would be my Christmas dinner. On my way dwelling I noticed the local nursery was selling grave blankets, then I stopped and bought ones for my parents' and grandparents' graves. After putting the groceries abroad at dwelling house, I carried them out to the cemetery next to the firm and placed them on superlative of each of their resting spots, missing them all very much, but especially Gran.

I prayed to her for guidance on what I should do virtually Eric knowing she would have been the one I would have turned to for advice if she had withal been alive. Would it be better to just permit him go and try and move on, or should I take a adventure with my heart in one case more and call him. I was no closer to coming to a decision than I had been the morning I'd talked to Pam so I asked for her to give me a sign.

"Sookie?" I heard from behind, startling me enough to jump forrad with a yelp.

I turned to see Octavia standing at that place belongings a Christmas themed cookie tin can in her paw and I instantly recalled our last meeting had been when I'd come to see Bill Compton and the death glares she'd been shooting at me for flirting with him. She was Squad Eric all the way, but, then again, I couldn't imagine anyone ever beingness on Team Bill.

I couldn't stand the thought of her hating me too, so I said, "Octavia, I'm so sorry for how I acted the last fourth dimension I stopped past. Information technology wasn't what information technology looked like, I swear…"

She raised her mitt to silence me and smiled maxim, "I know, your Eric already explained."

My Eric? He wasn't my Eric any longer, merely I even so had to enquire, "What? When did y'all come across him?" The fact he had stopped past to encounter Octavia but non me, had me fighting back tears withal once again.

"Yesterday afternoon," she replied. "Apparently Mr. Compton's nephew had already gotten the brawl rolling on getting him moved into that nursing home, merely I had no clue until the ambulance showed upward yesterday to take him away. None of his things were packed and then I made them look while I threw whatever I could into suitcases when, out of nowhere, Eric appeared at the front door with a court order naming him as Mr. Compton'due south guardian, proverb his nephew met an untimely end. I didn't know he had those kinds of strings to pull, but he must because he sent them abroad and asked me to quit the agency I worked for to work for Mr. Compton privately. He told me he knew I genuinely cared well-nigh Mr. Compton's welfare and trusted I would see to him properly, letting him live out his final days in the condolement of the only home he's always known. He even doubled my salary."

There was no holding back the tears afterward hearing of what Eric had done and I had no doubt that he had done it for me. He knew how much information technology had upset me knowing Mr. Compton'southward fate because all I could pic was my Gran in the same predicament and information technology bothered me Mr. Compton's merely family would shuttle him off like that. It gave me promise that maybe the Eric with all of his memories intact wasn't so different from the Eric I had known.

"What did Eric explain about that night?" I wondered out loud. I couldn't imagine he would have told her the unabridged truth.

"But that y'all were trying to find out some information from Mr. Compton's nephew and then you lot could endeavor and end whatever information technology was he might be upwards to. He said you'd met Bill a long time ago and didn't trust that his intentions towards Mr. Compton would be honorable so you used your feminine wiles to get some answers," she smiled knowingly. I yet felt muddy having shamelessly flirted with him that night.

She placed her hand on my arm and said softly, "He as well said that he made a very big fault that toll him his relationship with you lot." The volume of my tears increased significantly and I watched her pull a handkerchief from her pocket, handing it to me while I wondered if I was the only person on the planet that didn't carry one effectually. I wiped the tears from my eyes as she said, "He didn't say what the mistake was, but he seemed genuinely remorseful. I think he misses you terribly and by the looks of it you miss him too."

I could simply nod so she continued, "I don't know what happened, but if you tin can discover it in your heart to forgive him, I call up you should. He'south worth it," she ended with a wink. Yes, definitely Team Eric. She handed me the tin of Christmas cookies she'd been on her fashion over to give me and wished me a happy vacation saying she might stop by the next night. I watched her heading back to Mr. Compton'southward house, leaving me to my thoughts and it was only when I turned to caput abode, and the wind blew Gran's grave blanket beveled, did it dawn on me that maybe Octavia's impromptu visit was the very sign I'd been request for.

I busied myself the remainder of the nighttime by cleaning the house meridian to bottom, since information technology had been awhile since I'd had the free energy to exercise much more than brush my teeth, as I thought about cypher but Eric. Before then I'd been trying then desperately to avert all thoughts of him, but at present I wanted to sort through everything I knew most him to determine how I actually felt. I played every 'What if' scenario I could dream up wondering what would happen if I found the backbone to put my heart on the line once more. He might notwithstanding be sorry about what happened between the states, but that didn't mean he wanted me back. He hadn't said those words to either Pam or Octavia so it was all pure speculation as far as I was concerned. I wrestled with my thoughts into the early morning hours until sleep finally took me.

Ever since that horrible night when I'd left Shreveport without Eric, I hadn't had a decent night's sleep. I'd stayed in bed for days, in and out of consciousness, simply my slumber was ever fitful so I never really felt rested. But when I woke up the side by side day on Christmas Eve, and saw that information technology was already after 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I felt rejuvenated. I couldn't remember waking upward at all during the night and it showed on my face up. The nighttime circles underneath my eyes had faded away and although I'd lost a few pounds too many when I'd stopped eating I withal looked healthier than I had just a day earlier. All of my injuries were healed then I nigh felt like myself again. I say 'almost' because I was still missing a very large part of myself; nigh 6 pes four inches of myself.

I showered and changed earlier heading into the kitchen to make some coffee when I noticed the pitiful looking Christmas tree yet sitting in the living room. I hadn't kept up with watering information technology so it now looked more than similar Charlie Brownish's Christmas tree with well-nigh of the needles scattered underneath it and a few of the branches were broken from when it bore the brunt of my frustration.

I still hadn't come to any decisions on whether or not I would try and call Eric. I missed him more than than I idea possible, but I was terrified even more thinking he might non experience the aforementioned. If I chosen him and found out he wanted zip to do with me, it would destroy me. I knew I couldn't allow myself to sit down on the contend forever where he was concerned then once I had a fresh loving cup of java I dug out another box of ornaments and decorated the tree while I tried to figure out what to do.

Since the winter solstice had passed only days earlier, the heaven was already dark by the fourth dimension I finished. I didn't dare put any lights on the tree, afraid it would flare-up into flames from being so dry, and information technology looked pretty pitiful given half of the ornaments I would have unremarkably used were long gone, thrown abroad in the trash subsequently they'd been broken during my rampage. I lit a fire in the fireplace instead and turned on some Christmas music, but it didn't help me go into the Christmas spirit whatsoever. And the just present I had to put under the tree was the 1 I had put together for Eric.

I went and dug it out from its hiding spot in the linen closet underneath the towels and sat downward on the burrow flipping through page later page of photos of Eric and me together. On every outing we'd gone to together since arriving in Bon Temps, I made certain to have someone accept our picture together. Every special occasion, every backyard barbeque and even some moments of just the ii of u.s.a. all lone at abode. Seeing our happier times together made me miss him even more and it dawned on me that up until that night in Shreveport, nosotros'd had nothing but happy times together once we'd gotten to Bon Temps. I longed for that feeling again and knew deep downward, he was the only one I would ever experience that fashion with.

He'd told me more than once that he didn't care if his memories never returned; he would make new memories with me. The album was full of them, merely I wondered how he felt now that he had his other memories to compare them to. Would he fight to get back what we had? I realized Pam had been right in calling me a hypocrite and I decided at that moment that I would fight whatever I had to, to have him back no matter what it might cost me in the cease. The question was, would he?

In that location was only one mode to discover out.

I picked upwardly the cordless phone and started dialing the number I had long since memorized with my centre thumping wildly in my breast. The telephone only rang once earlier I heard the phonation I'd longed to hear for what seemed like forever say, "Sookie?" He sounded unsure, afraid, and hopeful all at the same time. I knew it, considering I felt the same exact way.

"I just called to see how you're doing," I said, with my fear of rejection keeping my rima oris from blurting out the whole truth.

"I've been better." He sounded different somehow, but then, so did I.

I was withal feeling like a chicken shit then I fabricated small talk while trying to bolster my courage and said, "I spoke to Octavia yesterday. I capeesh what y'all did for Mr. Compton. She's even so a fan of yours." I couldn't help but smile a little at the truth of that statement. I was caught off guard past his side by side one.

"Is she the only one?"

His voice was so low, I barely heard him, just I was nonetheless afraid to answer him. Once I let my true feelings exist known, at that place would exist no taking them back. From him or from me and my heart was notwithstanding barely being held together as it was. So, once again, I took the chicken shit arroyo and pretended I didn't hear him past saying, "I spoke to Pam final week. She told me you quit. Do you lot have whatsoever idea of what you're going to practise with your life at present?"

I'd been wondering near that a lot in the fourth dimension since he'd been gone. Would he go back to New York? Did he really live somewhere else? Another country? I could hear the footsteps climbing upwardly the porch steps and figured Octavia had made good on her hope to stop by, and so I slowly walked towards the front end door while waiting for Eric'southward reply.

"That depends," he said vaguely.

"On what?" I wondered aloud and upon hearing the faint knock confronting the front door, I opened it still waiting on his respond. I dropped the phone upon seeing my visitor.

Eric stood there looking similar he held the weight of the world on his shoulders as he brought the phone downward from his ear and said, "On yous."