Phantom of the Opera x Reader Chapter 7 : What have I done?

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Reader's POV

Erik got up and took my hand,

"Come my angel."

He led me through the mirror and showed me though the labyrinth. It was hard at first but then I got the hang of it. I repeatedly said,

"Left, right, straight ahead, left, right, straight ahead. HORSE... If necessary... BOAT. Then! The gate that leads to my demise."

Erik looked at me,

"Demise?"

"I'm just kidding! YA GOOSE!"

Erik chuckled and led me to the beginning to try and through on my own. He went ahead and left me to find my way through. I then thought,

"What was the pattern again...?! WHAT SONG LYRICS DID I USE?!?!"

I shrugged it off and went forward... I went Right, Straight, Left, Right, Left Straight. I saw a door,

"What happened to the horse and boat?!"

I opened the door, and my eyes widened. I saw a bunch of pictures of Christine, drawn, painted...

"So... She... Was associated with him..."

I also saw a mannequin that looked like her wearing a white dress and veil. I nodded,

"Can't complain... It's a nice dress... WHO THE HELL IS HIS TAILOR?!?!"

I shook my head and processed what all these things actually were.

Erik's POV

I realized that (Y/n) was taking long. I decided to go and see where she was. I found her in a room just standing there,

"(Y/n)...?"

She turned around quickly and ran into me. She was crying,

"I never meant for you to find out..."

"Do you still love her?"

"Wha--?!"

"Do... You... Still.. Love her?"

"I was going to get rid of this stuff... But never had the time."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Of course I am."

She glared and brushed past me,

"Where are you going, (y/n)?!"

"Away... Find me when you want to talk!"

"You can not even find your way through the labyrinth to my hideout! What more escaping!?"

She turned around giving me a stare that send chills down my spine. She then asked,

"Now you underestimate me?"

"Darling, I never meant it that way..."

She ran away. Another girl, slipping from my grasp...

"What have I done...?"

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