Contrary Tales

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓮: 𝓐 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆.."

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂!"

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

" 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ... 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒂é 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅! " 

𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 '𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍."

꧁～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ ꧂

                                       𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔
                                                           𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟕

                                                          *𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚔*

Almost 40 years have passed since the incident at the Palais Garnier Opera House. Since my Christine Daaé had left me for Viscount Raoul de Chagny. As my fate has been sealed, memories of my own monstrous acts against others keep taunting me and making me sob.  After Christine Daaé's death, and feeling the last note of her song vanish from the earth, I have felt my last-knowing masterpiece destroyed, and even forgotten over time, but I will never let her go or forget the things that happened to her. Eventually, the news dwindled and I lost patience waiting for my death to arrive only to realize it was nothing. My life will not be cut short by old age. A fate worse than death or imprisonment. Each day, I wander around the empty streets at night and visit my angel's grave. I Talk to her grave and explain my day away, apologize to her for the torture she had endured because of me, miss her, and even sing to her even though no one else would be listening except her underneath the moonless sky. Over the course of ten years, I began recognizing my passion would be lost and my only home would be invaded by intruders and destroyed.