To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter 16: The Phantom of the Opera

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Erik's POV

I have been following this Christine girl that Delphine has talked about so dearly. She would bring her up every conversation causing a twinge of jealousy to form in my chest.

It did not make sense why I would be so agitated at the sight of this child.

However, I was still somewhat drawn to the woman. Not like I am drawn to Delphine; it is like some unknown force that is drawing me to her against my will.

But with Delphine, it was effortless somehow, and I felt free. Like whatever chains that once rested on my hand shave gone and dissipated from sight.

Yet why does my body still follow Christine now instead of rushing to Delphine?

Christine did have her qualities; she was beautiful and talented. Her voice, although it sounds garish, needed to be fine-tuned like any instrument.

It had potential just like Christine had potential, but still, she was incomplete to me. If she was not born into poverty, she could maybe be a respectful woman.

Delphine, however, was much more than Delphine. She has intelligence beyond imagination; both her skill and determination alone could take anyone by surprise. Her resilience to keep going and her love of family makes her so much more. She is well versed in science and philosophy. Her mind was an endless abyss of knowledge and warmth.

Her heart, although evident with scars, still had so much love for her. She was like me, no better than me.

How her smile rose up whenever she smiled. I depicted how better she was

The way her hands trailed around so gracefully showed how better she was.

How I wished her hands could cup my cheeks like she did that night. How lips the color of two pink petals would be placed on my coarse lips.

I had no right to yearn for her. Nor to hope that she would ever love me.

My back has been tainted with lashes and my hand with the blood of others.

I was not like her.

Noe one was like her.

She was not like her.

Her hair was off in color like a run-down chair. Her eyes dulled from her inner selfishness. Delphine had spoken about her sister as if she was some angel descending from the sky.

Yet she seemed more like a snake escaping from the garden of eve slithering on its belly.

The way her eyes stared at her sister was faint, but something I had to recognize for a long time.

The disgust and contempt she held.

Her own love for Christine was so blinded delphine that she did not even notice. I could tell from her voice as well.

It was like a sugar coat candy filled with a poisonous undertone.

All I have seen is nothing of this sweet girl that Delphine has spoken of. It was so frustrating to think about this.