Eric just looked at Hyde he wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure what to do. How did Hyde know? If he knew why didn't he fix all this shit with the ghost of Jackie? "How?" Was all that Eric could get out.
"How did I know that you're not just flat out crazy or taking the wrong kind of dope?" Hyde asked him.
"That is pretty much the answer I am looking for here." Eric said as he thought back to the scene he made a breakfast. Hyde just looked down at the floor for a moment.
"It was about a month after her accident that things started to be weird." Hyde said as he looked at Eric. "I would feel a chill or run into a cold spot it seemed like everywhere I went." Hyde said as he looked at Eric.
"That explains why you were sweaters in July." Eric said with a laugh.
"Everyone just thought I was taking her lose badly … honestly I was, but that had nothing to do with the sweaters." Hyde said as he looked at Eric and weakly smiled. "Then months later I started to hear singing in the dead of the night. I knew it was her you can't forget a voice like hers."
"Singing?" Eric asked as he thought back to the night before. "Abba?" He asked.
"Sometimes, other times just songs that we used to listen to on the radio together, and on the worst days… those days that I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that she was gone … it would be our song." Hyde said as he looked at the floor again. He was near tears Eric could tell.
"You're song?" Eric asked quietly.
"It was her favorite, but she wouldn't tell anyone else. She liked to picture her life as a black and white movie and the song was the background music." Hyde said as he looked up again. "When her mom left and her dad was in jail … you know those weeks she stayed here … I would sing it to her." He said he wasn't his normal Zen self as he sat there. "…You're lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft, there is nothing for me but to love you, and the way you look tonight…" He sang quietly.
"How did you know that I knew she was here?" Eric asked.
"You talked to the wall behind me at breakfast. You never come back here and tonight when that cold spot was right next to me you came back to check on everything." Hyde said as he looked at me. "What does she look like?"
"She looks like Jackie." Eric said simply.
"I keep picturing her standing in front of me in a long white dress … one that picks up slightly when she spins…with a slight glow around her." Hyde said softly.
"You picture her in the dress she wore for Snow Prom?" Eric asked.
"Sort of." Hyde said as he looked at Eric.
"Well she is just as you saw her last." Eric said as he got up.
"She deserves better." Hyde said as Eric left the room. He need to process everything.
A/N: I hope you all are loving this story as much as I am loving writing it.
~ Dragonfly