My mother had sent me to the market to get bread that morning. The only thing was that we didn't have any money. Yea I was a thief. I was walking down the path, and saw a fancy carriage pass by. So I was going to rob it. I followed it to a big building made of marble.
"Excuse me Monsieur, what is this place?" I asked a man standing by.
"This is the Opera Populaire, mademoiselle."
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Wandering Child
FanfictionAdeline Laurent is a girl, scared of the world. Erik Destler is the Phantom of the Opera, and learning to be lonely. When they meet on the most unlikely of circumstances, they discover that sometimes all you can ask of someone is to love you uncon...
