this part is inspired by my first commenter, @Cheychey26! thankyou so much for the suggestion.
26th of august, 1901
the day my father died.
the day I despised. the day I went spiraling into my depression. I had tried so hard to force myself out of it. I tried surrounding myself with my friends, I tried eating my way out. I tried to visit his grave, but, unsurprisingly, that made it worse. nothing would work, until I met Erik, of course.
~time skip~
I walked up the staircase leading to the roof of the opera house. I opened the door to only see a figure sobbing, it hurt, the way they're body shook. I speed walked over to the person. I could now see that the person was a man, I rested my hand upon their shoulder. the man's head rose to meet mine. the man was wearing a white mask over half his face. I opened my mouth to speak:
"oh my, I know you! you are the phantom of the opera!"
his head tilted up then down. I moved my hand to his jaw and stroked it.
"Please, calm down, I will not be scared."
"are you okay? why are you crying?"
"oh, it is fine, you probably wouldn't want to hear the story."
"no, no, every story is important! please, I will tell you mine if you tell me yours"
(basically, he explained the story of Christine and Raoul, but I'm too tired to write that whole thing so yea .-.)
"I'm sorry for what happened,"
"it is not your fault, child. please, do not shed tears for my dark fate,"
"no, I shall not, I shall weep with you. you see, my father died a while ago and it has sent me spiraling into a great depression, one I can't escape,"
"o-oh my. I am so sorry my dear. please, sit down."
he took my hand in his, his cold, bony hands sending shivers all around me. I sat down and moved closer to him. his hand wrapped around my waist. I moved my head under his. I could feel his breath brush against my face,
I turned to face him and felt his hand cup my face. soon enough I felt lips against mine. he pulled away, apologizing.
"i-I'm sorry I shouldn't h-have done that"
I moved back in to kiss him.
~one month later~
I awoke from my sleep to find Erik stroking my jaw.
something was off, something was different. the empty space in my heart was gone. maybe all I needed for my depression was love
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phantom of the opera x reader oneshots
Fanfictiona bunch of really short oneshots about the phantom! i made these about 3 years ago, so they are not the best, and you will definitely cringe at times (my apologies). enjoy!
