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

Chapter 17: All I Ask Of You

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Delphine Pov
I came up to the roof, hoping to see Erik up here. He has not been showing up for quite some time.

The crisp cold air hit against my hair, causing my hair to flow back gently. The curls on my head gently swaying, touching my cheeks.

It was strange to have curly hair such as this; it was quite beautiful. In the past, I would have straightened it to make it more manageable.

I wish I could have enjoyed my hair more when I was still there.

Looking up, I saw the moon present in a creamy crescent—the stars shining and eclipsing the smoldering city. The buildings erected inroads as men and women walk around.

Their small stature compared to me made me reminisce about my condo in the city.

The soft purple shawl that draped over me now rested as my arms laid on the concrete. I sighed heavily as my mine began to unburden itself.

It was almost as if he was avoiding me. I shook my head, thinking this was not the case. Or it should not be the case.

Maybe it was my own insecurities speaking through, but what was I so insecure about.

I knew what would happen if Christine and Erik were to meet. I expected it.

My chest stung at the pain of it all.

I was being too selfish, placing my own wants and needs on another. Had I grown to care more than just admiration for Erik?

Was something wrong with me to care so deeply for this person who I had once viewed as fictional?

As if a light had gone off in more head or a cog finally moving, I realized why I was like this.

Yes, my feelings once were for a fictional character. I am in love with him because he is real.

This world is real, no matter how I see it. I may have seen this world as nothing but a fictional place, but it is real.

My pain, my hopes, my dreams are real in this plane.

Even my love. My love is real, for I am not in love with the Phantom I have watched in movies. I am in love with a man named Erik, who I have grown to know.

His voice, his knowledge, and his passion for music. His words incited joy within me.

Was this truly love for another person?

My heartfelt lighter from this realization, and my head went up.

However, I knew at the end of the day he did not love me. His heart belonged to another. A person who had my face, but was better in every way.

Slowly as if a stomp was coming towards me, I turn.

Was it Erik?