Eric's POV
It's been 30 years since my death. I can't even believe it. This sucks. I miss everybody. My friends, my family, even my KISS band mates. I hope everyone is alright. I did have a girlfriend for a little while when I was alive but, lately, there was this girl I've been watching over lately, she's really beautiful and really unique. Her name is Brooke. I think I'm starting to like her. I don't care if I'm dead but damn she's fucking gorgeous. She's only 28 years old. She's been through so much, and I feel so bad for her. She had suffered anxiety and depression, which I'm sure isn't easy. She can't really see me but I can see her. But she can at least feel me and feel my presence. Which is great. I watch over her every single day I like to make sure she's alright. If anyone dared to fuck with her and treat her wrongly, mark my words I would kick their asses, dead or not.
I seen her crying one day, upset about my death and everything. I had died two years before she was even born. Man..... I touched her shoulder and whispered, "It's alright, I'm right here." I don't think she heard me but felt chills and goosebumps, knowing that I am here with her. Brooke just let out a long sad sigh and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I followed. As soon as she turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes, my eyes got big and I couldn't help but blush. My God she's got a nice body. "Well Eric I guess you can watch me take a shower." Brooke chuckled sadly. Haha. Oh I sure will. Nope. Scratch that. I'm going to be joining you. She started washing her hair and I leaned in to kiss her face and neck and started caressing her small body. Man did it feel amazing. She felt the chills again, knowing I was touching her. "Well shit Eric." I heard Brooke say. "If only I could see you. I can feel you though so at least that's good." I nodded. I wish she could see me too. Maybe someday. Brooke dried herself off and I saw her put on a white bra and blue jeans and a white tank top and I couldn't help but think how sexy she looks. Damn honey haha.
***Skipping ahead to July****
It was a hot summer day on a Saturday morning and Brooke had discovered that she'd be going to a KISS concert later on that night. I smiled. It warms my heart that she's a KISS fan but it really warms my heart that she's really into me too. Hehe. I'm into her too. She's so damn beautiful with her long dark hair hazel green eyes and slim body. Her personality however is the most beautiful. Sure she was shy but she has a heart of gold. I love her. Anywho she seemed really thrilled about the concert considering it's her first one and it was happening in Cleveland Ohio. Her friend Jon was going to take her, and I trust him. "So what time are you picking me up?" I hear Brooke ask her friend over the phone. "Uh, hmm, well it starts at 8 so how about 6:30? Is that ok?" Her friend said. Brooke nodded. "Yep. Perfect. See you then buddy!" Brooke hung up and squealed with joy. Hehe she's so cute. I just fucking love her. I can't help it. I feel like I've known her my whole afterlife. Brooke decided to get ready early. She applied dark eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara to her eyes and dark red lipstick. Then she put on a black tank top and blue skinny jeans and put her hair up in a high ponytail. My jaw dropped. Shit she looked hot.
