And maybe
You're gonna be the one
That saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

EPOV

She was next to me. I could feel her, touch her, and smell her luscious hair. All of my nerve endings were on fire; I was in sensory overload, just knowing that she was right there, in my room, next to me in my bed. It was exhilarating.

It was quiet and peaceful in my room. We weren't speaking, just lying in bed together staring at each other. I was staring at her, drinking her in, I knew I would never get enough of her, but she would probably be leaving soon, so I needed one last vision of her to remember her by.

She leaned forward and brushed my hair out of my eyes, and grinned. "You looked like you've just seen the Messiah in a waffle. What's going on in your head?"

I sighed as she spoke. I could listen to her for the rest of his life, and never tire of what she was saying, whatever it may be. "I was just thinking how lucky I am that you're back in my life." I said, grinning just as brightly at her, though she immediately dropped her hand from my hair, and her grin faded quickly. Panic struck my heart, though I tried not to let it show on my face.

"Eric… Bill sent me to talk to you, because he and all of the guys are worried about you. And I'm not going to lie, after what just happened out there, I'm worried about you."

As soon as she spoke, the panic receded, and hope flooded into my heart once again. She was worried about me. That had to count for something, right?

As if she could sense what I was thinking, a tender look passed over her face, and she said softly, "Oh, Eric. I love you, I do. There's no sense in denying it really, but-."

She couldn't say any more, as I immediately swooped in to cut her off, kissing her fiercely on the mouth, while inside, it was like a Sunday morning chorus singing Hallelujah. She loved me! She loved me!

After everything, after all this time….

She pushed away from me, and scrambled up off the bed. "Eric, stop!" She gasped out, wiping her mouth, and panting heavily from lack of air.

"But you said…." I began lamely, and she cut me off with a dark glare.

"You didn't let me finish, before you assaulted me! What I was saying was that yes, I love you, but I just don't see us getting back together." Tears filled her eyes, which broke my heart. I could never stand to see her cry. "You don't understand Eric. When you left me, all those years ago, you broke me. I thought I was never going to recover. But I did, over time, with the help of my friends and family, I did. I put myself back to pieces, and became a functioning human being again. But if we did this," She gestured between the two of us wildly. "If we got involved again, I don't think I could handle it!" She let out a long shuddering sigh. "Like I said, I put myself back together, I glued myself back up, and if you leave me again, if you break my heart again, I think the damage would be irreparable. And I just can't take that chance." By the end of her diatribe, tears were streaming down her face, and her arms were wrapped around herself, as if she was still literally trying to hold herself together.

I just sat there on my bed and stared at her with wide eyes. She took me in, and almost immediately it seemed, the fire died from her eyes, and her arms loosened from their tight grip around her waist. She laughed. "I'm sorry to get so melodramatic on you, really. And we were doing so well." I snorted at that. Neither of us had been doing well for a very long time.

She looked surprised at my snort of laughter, but then let out a tiny adorable snort of her own, which set me off laughing, and soon we were both rolling all over my bed, laughing like idiots.

Soon though, the laughter died down to where we were lying side by side staring up at the ceiling, the calmness from earlier permeating the room once more. I rolled off the bed however, and reached my hand towards her and said, "C'mon, I want to show you something."

She obligingly took my hand, and let me lead her off the bed, out of my room, and through my apartment to my balcony. It was spacious, to be sure, but that's all it was, a balcony.

I led her out onto it, and let her take in the sights of L.A silently. After a moment or two of just absorbing it all, she turned back and looked at me questioningly. I chuckled; knowing now was the time to speak. "Earlier, you asked me if what I was surrounded by wasn't worth living for, I can only assume you meant my luxurious penthouse apartment, and by extension, all the lovely amenities and luxuries afforded by my lifestyle?" At her nod, I continued. "Yes, it is fancy, and truly, I want for nothing, but this is it." And I swept my hand outwards, gesturing to the L.A skyline.

"This is all the fresh air I get, if you could call the air in L.A fresh," and here, I wrinkled my nose in distaste, causing her to giggle, always a delightful sound. I turned away from her to lean on the railing and just stare off into the distant. "It's not like Louisiana, not like Bon Temps, where there are hills that aren't paved over, and grass that will die, and people know each of their neighbors, and have open feuds with each other. The life I live is very fake, very shallow, impersonal." I felt her come up to the railing beside me, and lean on it as well, and I knew, without even looking, that she had tears in her eyes, which just made me feel like shit. I was always making her cry.

"Is that why you tried to… you know…?" She whispered, looking down at the railing, up at the sky, across the distant, anywhere but at me, which made me cringe.

I smiled a bitter smile, which she didn't see as she was still avoiding my gaze. "The term is suicide Sookie. You can say it, it's a clinical term." She finally looked up at me, if only to give me a dirty look that made me smirk. I sighed heavily, the smirk falling away from my face easily, as if it were never there. "I don't know. In all honesty, it was a myriad of reasons. The superficiality of my life, the pressure, the sensation of living in a fish tank, always being watched…. It just got to be too much after awhile. And of course, I never got over breaking up with you."

She looked at me again to give me a disbelieving look, that fell away when she saw how deadly serious I was. "Bill was right," She mumbled, which piqued my interest.

"What was dear William right about?" I asked, spinning around, so my back was against the railing, and crossing my arms over my chest in what some might call a 'defensive' pose.

"Well, he said, and in a lot more words, I might add, that you were essentially self destructing. He said you had started like that after we broke up, started drinking a lot. Why didn't you talk to me?" She whispered, mimicking my pose, but wringing her hands gently in her lap instead.

"Why?" I asked angrily, my gaze hard and flinty boring into her timid gaze. "So you could get back together with me, out of what? Pity?" I snorted bitterly. "Besides, you made it quite clear that you never wanted to see me again."

"Only after you made it quite clear what you truly thought of me." She retorted angrily, her cheeks pinkening up with heat, and her tiny little hands clenched into fists.

I flinched at the reminder of my harsh words on that night.

Bitch. Prude. Cocktease.

She pushed off the railing, and began to walk back inside saying, "I think I should just leave," Without even turning around.

Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her by the hand, and just pulled her towards me. I didn't embrace her, or hug her; I just pulled her closer to me. We stayed there, staring at each other, until she seemed to come to a decision.

"We need to start over," She said decisively, pulling her hand out of mine, and walking inside. I couldn't move, too confused by what just happened, and after a moment, I heard the door open and then close. I just stood there, dumbfounded, had I been tricked? Had Sookie really left me?

But no, after another long moment, I heard a loud resounding knock on the door, that didn't quite register with me, as I still stayed frozen. Again, the knock came, louder, and I rushed to the door and threw it open so hard I was surprised the door knob didn't get imbedded in the wall.

She seemed startled by my enthusiasm, but recovered quickly. She stuck out her hand, with a big grin on her face. "Hi, I'm Sookie Stackhouse, the girl who is your ex-girlfriend, yet still madly in love with you, and also your concerned friend who has heard about your contemplation of suicide. I thought I would come over to see how you were doing, and offer your help to move forward, and just forget about the past." She looked deep in my eyes as she spoke, and in them, I could read a promise.

It wouldn't be easy, and it wouldn't be quick, which sucked, because I love when things are easy and quick. Otherwise… things get too… messy. But I would do it. For Sookie.

I grabbed her awaiting hand, and tugged her in and brought her into my embrace.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, and that it's kind of short, but this chapter was actually really hard for me to write. I was truly struggling through it. But hey! They're in the same room, talking, and actually moving forward! Baby steps people! Next chapter will discuss their relationship moving forward, as well as more reasoning on Eric's part about his attempted suicide. We still have more chapters to go, not everything is just going to magically fall into place. They have three years of pent up emotions from an awful break up, and then three more years of undiscussed emotions from a rocky relationship. We have a ways to go. I'm expecting it to be at least eight more chapters, but that may change at any moment. Thanks for reading!

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