Falling Capricorn by Dallas Adams Page A

knew it would all be in vain. They wouldn’t hear him, so there would be no point in even trying. He turned from his mourning family, and stopped to see Christen crying as well. That broke his heart. Joey fell to his knees before her.
    “Christen, don’t cry,” Eric muttered, glancing at the girl standing next to him who was sobbing rather hard. She looked up at him, wiping away her tears with the back of her hands.
    “I’m trying not to,” she whispered back to him, muffled by the sobs that were choked down in her throat. He sighed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, a hand pulling her head to his lapel. She cried into his chest for a while before it eventually died down.
    Joey looked up and saw Christen’s hand still gripping the ring. He knew she had to let go. There was a selfish part of him that wanted her to keep holding onto it. He didn’t want to leave her and his family behind. He wanted to stay with them for as long as he could, but he knew that it would make everyone miserable…especially Christen. He couldn’t let them live in such misery. Another reason dawned in the back of his head when he heard his brother calling.
    “The longer you stay here, the more uncontrollable your powers become. The more uncontrolled you become, the more likely you will turn into an angry spirit.” His voice echoed in his mind. No, he couldn’t turn into that angry spirit. He loved them all too much. Who would be so selfish and do that to the people that they cared about?
    When it came to the end, everyone had to say their good-byes. Christen and Joey were the last to leave before they buried him.
    “Well, I guess you never got a chance to read my letter, huh?” Eric asked him, though he knew there wouldn’t be an answer. “Or you wouldn’t have returned in a body bag,” he sighed, rubbing his head. “Guess I wanted to say thank you, Joey. I regret not getting a chance to say that to you,” he tells him before turning back to Christen. Joey frowned at him.
    "Thank you? For what?" Joey asked himself. “I read the letter, Eric; I just didn’t get a chance to reply though,” he murmured, knowing it was impossible to talk to him, all the same.
    Christen and Joey took each other’s spot and it was her turn as she stood over his coffin, holding the ring tighter. She needed it close to her. She was afraid if she were to just let it go,  Joey’s memory would just up and fade away from her. If she got rid of the ring, then would she be ridding herself of Joey? She didn’t want to let go of her true love. She didn’t want to let go of her soul mate.
    “Joey come back to me,” she pleaded to him. Joey clenched a hand to his heart. He would come back to her if he could. They would live out the plans they had created if he were allowed to return, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t. He had to speak to her no matter what, so he took a deep breath and tried to whisper to her.
    “Christen, let me go,” he whispered in her ear. Christen straightened up as she swore she heard whispering. Joey was relieved he was able to break through.
    “Let him go?” She thought for a moment to herself.
    “I want you to be happy, can’t you see?” he whispered to her, ghostly tears rolling down his face as he spoke.
    Christen looked up to the sky. Was that what he wanted? He was always a selfless soul, and it made sense that he would wish her to move on. It would hurt, she knew, but something made her decide to let go.
    “For you, I will try to be happy,” she whispered.
    Christen opened the coffin just barely to give him the ring back. Joey placed his arms around her, not caring if it went through her or not. She straightened up from a chill that went down her spine before she dropped the ring. Once it fell out of her hands, she took a step back with a heavy breath; going right through Joey whom she was still unaware was there.
    “Joey, be happy. Please, rest in peace.” With that she turned away from the gravesite. She shut