Ghost of You
Part 5-
A few hours had past and it was now late at night. Tracy had fallen asleep on the couch when Monica came in. She looks at least a little peaceful, she thought. They had never been the best of friends, that much was definitely true. But Monica knew, although many thought Tracy was heartless and cold, inside her heart was breaking if not already broken into pieces. Monica picked up a blanket and draped it over Tracy. The feeling awoke Tracy and her eyes tiredly fluttered open. She sat up, gathering herself.
"What time is it?" Tracy asked and Monica sat next to her on the couch.
"Quarter until twelve. Sorry I woke you."
"Yeah well that's what I get for falling asleep on the couch. Speaking of which, I would've thought you would be in bed by now."
"I couldn't sleep. Are you okay?" Monica asked with a concerned look on her face.
"I'm perfectly fine why?" Tracy replied with an attempt to again hide her feelings.
"You tear stained face says otherwise. Its obvious you need someone to talk to. Something is bothering you and I have a feeling its not only Edward's death."
"It's a big part of it." Tracy said then sighed. "This doesn't go beyond this room, got it?"
"I got it. Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"Let's just say Luke won't be a bother here any longer."
"To what do we owe that pleasure? Wait, why would that make you upset? No, please don't tell me you've actually fallen.." Monica was cut off by Tracy.
"If you know what's good for you, you won't finish that statement." Tracy said in her usual threatening tone.
"Okay, okay. What happened?"
"I was upset and I wasn't thinking. I ended up lashing out at Luke and blamed him for Daddy's death."
"Ouch, how'd he take it? Did he storm out or something?" Monica asked and Tracy laughed nervously.
"No, actually he tried to convince me to let him stay and for me to calm down. God, why am I so stupid when it comes to my husbands?" Tracy felt like a fool, a guilty fool. It didn't help much when Monica laughed. Tracy shot her a nasty glare.
"Sorry its just, well this is the first time you've referred to Luke as your husband and mean it the way most wives do."
"So, since you're playing the friend slash shrink, got any advice for me?"
"I guess all you can do is find him, apologize, and tell him how you feel."
The next morning Luke awoke at the Haunted Star. He forced himself up on to his feet and over to the bar to pour himself a drink. As he was doing this he noticed a newspaper on the counter. There was an article about Edward, his life and death. Next to the article was a picture of the Quartermaine family back when Lila was still alive. He almost immediately found Tracy in the photo. It must've been a much older picture since she had shoulder length hair and was holding a little boy, probably Dillon, he thought.
"Why is this happening to me? Why am I feeling so...so empty?" Luke asked aloud. For almost as long as he could remember he wanted to be free to come and go as he pleased. But now... now he finally had that freedom and it hit him, he didn't want it anymore. What did he want? He looked at the picture again. "I'll be damned, its you."
–Coming Up–
Edward's funeral brings tears and something even more to Tracy.
