One Moment Of Glory

Author: Tabitha Grey

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A.N.: I know I know - you bitch he’s GONE! Well, yeah, I’m sorry... I really am... but it wasn’t supposed to be a happy ending... Right? Now here’s the sweet part from Tess - k?

Epilogue:

I wasn’t through with the song when all of a sudden there was a long drawn out beep. I’d hear it in movies and shows before - but never in real life. It was so much creepier in real life. It didn’t feel real. The whole next three weeks seemed like a bad, bad dream. I just wanted to wake up.

The nurses ran into the room, and dragged me screaming off of his bed. I waited in the lobby for his mother. She hugged me, and brought me the painting.

I loved the painting - but I couldn’t look at it.

I didn’t want him to be gone. He taught me so much about myself. He taught me that I could be loved. He taught me that I could be desirable. He taught me that even though the majority didn’t give a damn - there was always someone who did.

I was accepted to USC with a full scholarship for theater, and every time I performed, I thought of him. He gave a damn.

At the end of my senior year, when that damned project was due, I took the hydrangea and placed it by his grave. I’d never gotten the stupid color to change. It was still white. But maybe it was SUPPOSED to be white. Maybe I was being too philosophical. But still, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was meant to be by his grave. Mourning the loss of him.

Now, I’m twenty six and I’m in my first Broadway show! Guess what it is? It’s RENT.

I cry every time I hear “Glory.” But I love it.

I love it just as much as I have come to love that painting. A copy of it’s currently on display at the local Museum. I got him an exhibit. It was his moment of glory - only it was too late.

Once, his mom came up to me and said, “You know, you really were his glory. Whenever he talked about you he lighted up. It was like there was no pain when there was you.”

I cried when she told me that. I cried every time I remembered that.

I had loved Eric King and he would always be in my heart. Forever - or as long as that was for me.