Does Eric Die In A Quiet Place: Day One Novels & Stories

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ I stayed in the bedroom long after the argument from earlier had ended. The house was quiet now, almost painfully quiet, and I sat on the edge of the bed with both hands covering my face while everything was replayed inside my head again and again. Eric was dead. Even now it still didn’t feel real. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing him at the restaurant smiling sadly while telling me that I deserved the truth. Then the next thing I saw was his pale body lying cold inside the mortuary.

Eric caught me just in time, holding me up as I shook all over. “It’s okay… I’ve got you,” he whispered, his arm tight around me. “Eric, Dora is dead,” I cried, my tears falling freely now. “She’s really dead.” “I know,” he said softly. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He helped me into the car, closing the door gently before walking around to the driver’s side. The engine started, and soon we were pulling away from the crowd, from the tape, from the nightmare.

v off. I wait for him to break the silence. After a couple minutes he finally does. “Good,” I wait for him to say more, but he doesn’t. After that long pause and that news, that’s all he has to say? “How are you feeling?” I ask trying to sound gentle but my questions comes out more inquisitive. Eric shrugs. “He’s getting what he deserves,” I ponder for a minute what Eric says. “Is that why you didn’t kill him?” I ask. Eric nods slightly.

Just as I was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang. When Quinn saw who was calling, her face lit up with newfound confidence. "Hmph! Lucian is calling me! You said he's a fraud, right? Just watch!" With that, she answered the phone and put it on speaker. "Honey, you need to hear this. My cousin said you're a frau—" "Honey! Help me!" Before she could finish her sentence, her husband Lucian Lowery's frantic voice cut her off. "I've been arrested! The police are here! All our money has been frozen! Help me!"

His grip was firm, even as the world spun around us. The light underneath us swirled, molten and alive, until we hit something—not with a crash, but with a sudden, bone-deep silence that made my lungs scream for breath. I opened my eyes, coughing, and saw Eric next to me. His face was pallid, his lips pushed tightly together as he held his side. The wound had reopened, leaving blood on his shirt and pouring onto the ground—or what passed for the ground here. "Eric," I said quietly, reaching toward him. "Stay still." Let me —"

She had no idea at my wedding because being a beta meant that your mate had to seek you out because betas can’t pick up their mate’s scent immediately. “Eric had…” I had said and trailed off. Both of us stared at each other and suddenly it dawned upon us that none of us knew what happened to him or where he was. “He is dead,” Celie had said in a clipped tone when I asked her about it since no one had any idea. Not even Andrew. Neither she elaborated further nor did I ask. I could only hope that he would find peace and maybe in his next life, he would get his happy ending.

“Eric, please. I’ll do anything. Just let her go.” “1!” Eerie silence and I swear I could hear death walk into the room like he had been invited.

At that moment, Eric could not hear or see anything. He wanted to die and would rather that he was dead. The air was hot and humid, and the sun was scorching. Eric stood there as if he had just come out of a pool. His whole body was wet and dripping with cold sweat. The man next to Eric was his local subordinate. The subordinate cautiously looked at Eric when he saw that something was wrong. “Mr. Ferguson, are you alright?” Eric did not hear any sound. His expression was gloomy and terrifying.

Eric is convinced that Megan would have been able to give more detail on how his mother died. Eric is still busy at the office when the evening sky turns dark. He finishes his last few tasks to get the paperwork up to date. When he puts the last few papers away and looks at the time on his watch, it already past eight. He had not eaten today and he still did not take the shower he came home for. Eric goes to the hidden bedroom in his office with its ensuite bathroom. He runs a hot shower and stands under the scorching stream of water for a minute when he hears the phone ring on his table. It could only be the hospital that would phone this time of night.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.