Falling Capricorn by Dallas Adams Page B

her eyes tightly as tears streamed down her face. She slowly walked away, giving one more glance over her shoulder as his casket disappeared under the ground.
    Joey watched them leave with a sigh, "Oh Christen......Christen." The pain in his chest reverberated throughout his ghostly form. He thought this would be last time he would see his beloved. The thoughts of never smelling her hair, watching her laugh, kissing her lips or seeing her create her beautiful work brought him to his knees. He wailed after his lost Christen who had already disappeared with Eric. Anger stirred deep in his soul. Suddenly fear consumed him.  He reached through the coffin and grabbed the ring, which surprisingly didn’t go through him.
    “Joey, don’t be selfish,” he groaned, but then sighed. "No… I don’t want to be forgotten; besides… what if there is another way?" he reasoned to himself. Joey flew to Eric’s house while Eric drove Christen home.
    Joey beat Eric home, getting into the house just as Roxie and her friends walked out the door. He mused on the lady, Roxie. She was really something. He remembered meeting her a few times; she was rather funny, though very straight forward. For Eric, she was perfect for him.
    Joey managed to pick up a piece of paper. After some thought, the note Eric had sent him popped into his hand from thin air. "I guess being dead has its perks," he joked to himself. He grinned and wrote on the piece of paper, writing a sentence or two before placing it in the envelope with Eric’s letter. He went into Eric’s room and placed it on the night table with the ring on top of it.
    As if on time, Eric unlocked the door. Joey went to the corner and waited to see his reaction. Eric first checked the table where Roxie had left a note for him to read.
     
                   Eric,
     
              I went with the girls to pick out the outfits for the next performance.
              Don’t wait up; there is some food I cooked in the fridge.
              And call me if you need me for anything. Wish you would let me be there for you.
              I’m sorry for your loss honey. Love you.
                                                                                                                              ~Roxie
     
     
    Eric rubbed the back of his head. He really needed to talk to her, but he knew he would have to get over it. He sighed and headed into his room. "Ohhh...to just go to bed," he thought. He walked into the room as the door slammed closed behind him. He spun around to find no one there.
    Joey had simply pushed the door closed, not meaning to slam it shut. His eyes widened; he didn’t know he was so strong.
    “Stupid wind,” Eric mutters to himself, sitting on his bed before glancing at his night stand. He sat there in a surprised shock. The letter he had sent to Joey months ago laid on his night stand. The ring, he clearly saw Christen put into the coffin, was sitting right on the letter. “W-what is this?” He rubbed his eyes, swearing he was seeing things, but once he moved his hands from his eyes there the envelope and ring sat, nearly mocking him. He slowly reached over to grip the letter. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck as he opened it. His other hand caught the ring, and placed it back on the night stand. His letter was in the envelope along with another that he was sure he didn’t add with it. He opened the other letter, and felt like all the blood drained from his body as he read it.
     
     
              Eric,
             
              Take care of her. I’ll be watching to make sure you do.
     
             
    Eric glanced around the room. Was this some sort of bad joke? “Roxie!?!?" he angrily questioned in the room. His eyes fixed back onto the chicken-scratch scrawl that he knew to be