Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 17

I own Pha-- *Erik pulls out Punjab lasso* I do NOT own Phantom of the Opera. That Phantastic right belongs to Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber *angelic choir*

Elyza

I began to cry. No matter how much I tried not to, hot tears cascaded down my cheeks. It was embarrassing in front of Erik and upsetting, knowing that I was giving Christine that satisfaction. I was so angry at the man in front of me, glaring at the door that had slammed shut. I couldn't speak because my throat was burning and had a lump lodged in it. I wanted to scream at him and tell him off. But I also wanted to thank him and embrace him. Mr. Destler seemed oblivious to my tears, unwitting to my loud sobbing. I stood from my stool, which I had sat on earlier and ran up to my teacher. I don't know what possessed me to, but I hugged him, squeezing him tightly, aching to be held and comforted. He jumped at my touch and looked at me, slight nervousness in his eyes. I knew I was making a fool of myself, I knew it, but at that moment, I didn't even care. Everything had gone wrong and Christine was waiting for the right time to... All of my thoughts were interrupted as Erik Destler pressed his lips to mine. Anything and everything that had happened before then, melted away. Everything stopped in their tracks. All of my affections for him had resurfaced in my stomach. I pulled away, looked down. "Sir... I think I'm falling in love with you..."

Erik

What did she say? What?! I stared down at her, I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. She finally looked up at me before running out the door, following Christine's earlier actions. I whispered to myself more than anyone... "I.. love you too.." But suddenly, a loud, piercing scream rang out and echoed through the halls. Elyza's scream.