Chapter 7
(Samantha's Point of View)
I ran to my mirror inside my room and began to call out Erik's name. No sooner had I opened my lips, was he standing there before me in all his grandeur. I looked up at his glowing green eyes and he put a finger to my lips silently. Slowly he bent his head down to mine and kissed my forehead and smiled as he lifted my head to look into his eyes. I smiled at his enduring side as he took my hand in his and led me back into the mirror. He then set me down on the floor and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Erik..." I whispered to him. "You are real."
He smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. "Yes, I am."
"But...I don't understand. How? I mean, when I was a child, I thought it was my strong imagination that made you seem so real. But when we made love and I felt every move you made inside of me, I wasn't sure if you were just an imaginary friend anymore. But now, now that I am carrying our child..." I paused to see the glisten in his eyes and a smile brighten up his disposition. "Now I am sure you are in fact real. But how?"
He grasped my hand in his and looked straight into my eyes.
"I died a very lonely man, devoid of anyone in the world or of any happiness. My dying wish was to find one person, just one single person who could love the man behind the mask and be able to look past my face for who I truly am, so after I died, it was granted to me. I began my search, but I wanted someone more than just a fan. I wanted someone who truly believed in their heart that I still was alive and I was real. I wanted someone who loved me with their entire heart and who cried themselves to sleep at night, begging God to let them have one chance at happiness by letting them see me just once. Just once to run their fingers through my hair, just once to touch the face they have yearned for in the depths of their heart, just one kiss from a man who could love them the way they have always wanted to be loved."
"You saw me..." I said with tears running rapidly from my face.
"Yes, I did. I fell madly in love with you, Samantha because you wanted so badly to show me kindness, love, and passion. You called my face beautiful in between the walls of your room, and when you were sick with fever and you thought you were imagining me holding you in your bed, that was the first time I came to you. I knew it could destroy everything if you realized I was real, but I loved you very much. I couldn't bear to see you lie in bed, sweating from fever. You fell asleep dreaming of me and I held you until morning.
"Erik..." I said as I was crying. He suddenly pulled me closer to him and brought his lips to my tears.
"My love, my life, my everything. My Samantha."
He began to kiss my tears away and once he made his way to my mouth, he enveloped me in a passionate kiss that made me cry more.
"I knew you were real! I knew if I just believed in you, that you would come. Erik...my Erik...you made my dream come true..."
It began to prove hard to hide my stomach after a while. I didn't dare tell anyone because no one would understand so I just began to buy looser fitting shirts. But by the time my 4th month came around, I was showing more than I could hide. Darker colors became my forte but people began to wonder, including my old boyfriend.
His name was James Wellington. He came from a wealthy family who lived in the richest part of town and who thought that money could buy happiness. But James wasn't like his parents. He was as sweet as he could be, but after 5 years of being with him, I realized that he didn't understand my love for music. He couldn't fill that void in my soul that longed to be full. I began to look for love in Erik but my boyfriend began to show his nasty side. First, jealousy, then abuse, and finally arguments that lasted forever. After a while, I had enough, so I devoted my time to Erik. James knew I loved Erik before him. Erik was my first love as a child, but I didn't believe as much as now. I got to the point where I needed someone physically here to show me they loved me. I knew that James loved me. But his temper sometimes just got out of hand. But even through the rough times, I had faith in Erik. I knew he was watching over me somehow, and I knew that I was in the hands of an angel but in the presence of a demon...
