Love is stronger then death Eric draven LS

Eric

Hannah's POV
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Year Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I silently sat and watched as Eric tuned his guitar, I found myself stunned by the fact he was confident enough to just quit his stable job to pursue his passion. He had started his band in earnest some time before he had saved me, had even played a few gigs while I lived here. Still, I had never thought it was anything more than a hobby. At least until he had come home, bouncing with excitement due to the announcement sealed behind his lips. Thankfully, Shelly had been in full support. It had taken time for me to adjust to his constant presence at home all the time, but it wasn't unwelcome. It always felt nice to have him home with me, to have someone to listen to.

Third person POV

It was no secret to the pair that their silent ward held a rather large crush for the musician or turning into something more. A fact Shelly had been amused by and silently encouraged. Some part of the fashion designer hoped the broken female would learn to trust more through the exercise. Might even regain her powers of speech. Besides, Skye seemed to like her as well. Also, it had been entertaining to watch the withdrawn woman act almost like a teenager around the object of her affection. It amused Shelly, seeing as their little Skye seemed to act like a little teenager around Eric.

So, when she had to leave the pair alone for the day, she couldn't help but smile to herself as the door slid shut. Knowing the two would be perfectly fine while she was gone.

Hannah's POV

I Sat on the chair while Eric began to strum and hum to himself, I found myself feeling more flustered than normal. While I had thought I was being subtle about the feelings I harbored for him, the glances he was sending my way every so often were telling me otherwise. Smirking in a way that heated my blood, the talented guitarist began to sing a song that was quickly becoming our song. Our song, I like the sound of that.

Not only did he maintain eye contact the entire time he was singing, he had yet to perform it for anyone but me. Which made my heart flutter in my chest, it was full of pride and happiness. Knowing he made the song for me. No one has ever did that for me."It can't rain all the time. The sky won't fall forever," he began, his voice low and smooth, his voice was beautiful just like him, which made me blush at the thought. But I was right, he was beautiful just like his singing.

I closed my expressive eyes, I allowed the lyrics to flow over me, I let myself sway side to side. "And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall forever," he continued quietly, the words almost seeming to tell of my tough life. It was like he could tell the past even though he was never there and that's what scared me. He was able to see right through me. No has been able to do that, until now. I've never let anyone in like that and yet he's done it without me knowing it.

"It can't rain all the time.  The sky won't fall forever," repeated his soft voice from a bit closer, making me open my eyes to see him kneeling before me. I nearly jumped from the action.

"And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall forever," sighed his gentle voice, almost like an assurance before he was setting his instrument aside to reach for me.

I blushed, I fought to stay in place while his roughed palm touched my soft cheek. I licked my lower lip in nervousness, I forced myself to try something I've had been practicing for months now, by myself. Something that had taken a surprising amount of effort and I wasn't quite sure I have mastered yet. "E-Eh-r-rik," I said while stuttering carefully, painfully, I winced at how horrible the words sounded. They weren't even words. They were just sounds coming out of my mouth. Which made me blush red. But then I seen Eric had frozen in place, a strange look on his handsome, pale face. His almond shaped eyes were wide and he even seemed to have stopped breathing maybe, staring at me like I've had grown two heads.

I got nervous when I saw the look on his beautiful face, was he going to be okay? I didn't know what was wrong with him. Was it something I did? I Began to think I've offended him, I began to turn my head to avoid his gaze. But Suddenly, the hand on my cheek shot to my chin making sure I kept eye contact while he seemed to regain his composure. "Say it again," he breathed out, his expression gentle despite the firm grip he had on my chin. Licking my lips once and feeling more than a bit unsure, I tried again. "Er-ick," came out this time, making me flush more as embarrassment filled me. I had tried so hard and I was still getting it wrong when it mattered most.