Thread: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart. [angelicxdream and shinyka]

The faded wooden finish on the stairs creaked beneath Eric's black boots as he made his way up the second flight of stairs. His pale hand gripped the banister, not because he was worried about falling, but because he enjoyed the simple feeling of his pale hand running up the slightly worn wood. The stairwell was dark, but Eric needed no light. Perhaps this was another effect of his rebirth, as since he had awoken again he had been able to see perfectly in the dark like it was light. A small splinter hit his hand, causing him to grunt for a second before slowing his pace a few steps and pulling it out. The injury healed instantly, and Eric found himself wondering if he would have enjoyed having this lack of feeling in life as well as death. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head. If he couldn't feel, he couldn't love Emily, and if he couldn't love her, what was the point in walking up these stairs? If he didn't care for her, why didn't he just sit down on these very stairs until he was lifeless again? He shuddered before resuming his slow, pondering pace up the seemingly endless flight of stairs. Eric paused as he heard a slight movement in the next room. He stood still, not moving, not even breathing, as he was trying to identify the noise. He shook his head for a second. He could tell little more then the fact that someone was in the room, trying to stay quiet. Eric didn't mind much. In his current condition, a home meant little more then food or drink. Yet, he still felt an attachment to the place, as if it were an old friend he was reluctant to let go of. It pained him slightly to see it in such condition, but he remembered it couldn't be helped. Nobody was going to look after a house belonging to a dead couple, and here, people would very happily move out on a second's notice, not move in. Eric resumed his pace up the stairs, before another thought him him. Emily . Her dress had been in that room, hadn't it? Even though it meant little now, Eric felt his pulsing faster then ever before when he thought of someone in his room, touching Emily's things. All previous thoughts of sharing and decency vanished when Emily came into mind. With a howl, Eric sprinted up the stairs, eager to tear anyone who dared disrespect Emily's objects to shreds. No, tearing them to shreds isn't painful enough , Eric thought as he hopped up the flight of stairs, each one creaking before his swift pace and solid black boots. With a howl, Eric tore open the door, almost ripping it off of its hinges. His eyes surveyed the room erratically. His attention first came to the broken beer bottles on the ground. He cursed, angry that the room that he and Emily had once called a home had been disrespected at one point or another. Then, his eyes drifted to her. Emily. Eric felt his knees grow weak. The angry expression he had on his face faded, replaced with a blank stare. This girl looked so much like her, it could be her twin. No, more then her twin, it could be her clone. Just one sight at her brought it all back to him, the dinner, how she had laughed when he presented the ring, said yes, then the two kissed. The car, driving erratically, the sirens and lights, showing up just a little too late. Eric dropped to his knees, a slight murmur leaving his black lips, but not much else. No, she couldn't be here. He was the only one, wasn't he?