Past the Point of No Return

Chapter 6

Totally no reason for a picture of Erik with a cat. Just wanted to share. Totally no ulterior motive 0-0

Nadir (the Persian's) POV

I sat in my drawing room rereading one of my favorite books, Les Misérable, by Victor Hugo. I admired how the author spent so much time debating moral delemas within his book more than telling the actual story. Honestly, that might be the reason why I love the book so much.

Unable to concentrate on the book any longer, I set it down. I glanced at the clock, then I took a double take. Was it really that time already? It was! I jumped out of my seat.

I'm late for my last meeting with Erik for the day, I thought.

Over the past eight years, I have gotten to know Erik as a person. A broken, hollow, depressed person, yes, but a person nonetheless. I know it sounds cruel, but before he seemed nothing more than a pure murderer and monster.

I've been trying into help Erik get over Christine , and I can see now that Erik truly loved her. However, due to his past, he didn't know how to express it.

We have made quite significant progress in the retrospect that Erik no longer wants to die and has accepted that Christine is coming back, but his live for her still burns as strong and bright as it did eight years ago.

I visit with him three times each day; one in the morning for breakfast, one in the afternoon for lunch, and one in the evening for dinner. During my visits I make sure that Erik eats and drinks so he stays alive, but he still doesn't eat or drink as much as I would want him to. Then after our meal, we talk a bit and I talk to him about anything he needs to talk about. Most of the time, he tries to pry information about the marriage between the soprano and the former Viscount, and whether or not they had children. Time and time again, I would deny him the information in an attempt to spare him the pain. Unfortunately, when conversing with a genius like Erik, secret keeping was impossible. I knew with all my being that Erik was well aware of the existence of their young daughter, Ebony.

I quickly put my coat on and grabbed my astrakhan hat off the rack by the door.

"Darius, I'm going to visit Erik!" I called to my servant. "Can you bring me the kitten I got for Erik?"

I had recently read in an article that animals have been found to help people work through depression, anxiety, and other mental illnesses. As soon as I could, I got Erik a little Siamese kitten. I haven't named her yet, as I want Erik to have the honor, but the temptation has been strong.

As I was fixing my coat, I noticed a letter on the table by the door. It was addressed to me in neat handwriting.

I picked it up and opened it. The letter was from Christine. She explained the situation that she was escaping from and informed me that she and her daughter would be arriving at my house in two days. However, for all I know, that could mean today.

As I was reading the letter, Darius walked in with Erik's new kitten.

"That letter arrived just a few minute ago. I apologize that I didn't give it to you immediately. I believe that I was a bit preoccupied with the animal," Darius said, slightly lifting up the squirming kitten. I placed the letter in my inside pocket for safe keeping.

"That's quite alright, Darius. For some reason, she finds it very amusing to knock things off of shelves," I say, chuckling a bit as I take the hyper feline from Darius. "Well, I must be off, Darius. I'll be back in a bit."