Someway, somehow, he had ended up at the front door of the apartment again. He didn't know how many hours he had been walking through the dark night. He couldn't remember exactly when he had started crawling, like a drunk. And then, suddenly, there was that familiar door again. The door Jack had used that night to walk out on his life.
He managed to get on his feet, and wearily searched his pockets for the keys. His hand shook as he tried to put the right key in the lock. It took him another three shots to turn it and push the door open far enough to stumble through. He reached for the light switch, but his arm didn't want to cooperate. Then he noticed that the lights were already on. He looked up.
In my hands
A legacy of memories
I can hear you say my name
"Eric?"
I can almost see your smile
Feel the warmth of your embrace
But there is nothing but silence now
From one moment to the next, he was standing in front him, smiling his brilliant shy smile, putting his arms around him. Eric couldn't say a word. He just gazed at the sight of the person in front of him, frozen in disbelief and fear.
This was just another dream.
Maybe he was really lying out on the streets somewhere, hallucinating from the cold; or in his own bed really, and this was just all a dream, one big bad ugly horrifying fantastic amazing dream.
Sweet darling, you worry too much, my child
See the sadness in your eyes
You are not alone in life
Although you might think that you are
"It's me, Eric," Jack whispered. "Don't worry, I'm here. I should have come earlier, but I just… I couldn't." He cleared his throat and rested his forehead against Eric's. "But I'm here now."
Eric just gazed, still speechless.
I feel so lost when you are not by my side
But there's nothing but silence now
Around the one I loved
"I'm here now – and this is just the beginning."