You walked around the Opera House for what seemed like hours. Lipis in one hand and his hand in your other. He told you about the statues meanings and how they corresponded with the Opera Populaire. That's when you realized. You didn't know his name. Yes, he was called the Phantom. But you wanted to know his real name. You looked at him and stutter.
"What is your name."
He looks at you in shock and amusement.
"Erik, Erik Destler. And you might be?"
He smiled as he said those words, waiting for your response.
"Y/N L/N, nice to meet you Erik.
He smiles, and you see one single tear fall from his eye. He must have never seen kindness before. Suddenly, your body moves before you can react. You slowly wipe the tear from his face. He's taken back by this. He slowly takes your hand again and puts it on his unasked side.
"Thank you."
You caress his face. You have a feeling. You want to kiss him. But it's too early. You couldn't really love him. You barely knew him. No. It was just pity. But, there was something about him. His smile. His devilish features. It was too much for you. You needed this man. You didn't even care if he was a murder. Or if even if he was the ugliest man on earth.
What were you saying!
He then stopped and it made me loose my train of thought.
"I don't know why, but, I feel something. Something I have never felt before. Not even with Christine. I love how you dress, I love how your an outsider like me. Please, do you feel it to."
I was stunned, he felt it too. It wasn't just me. I couldn't wait any longer.
I held his face and pulled my lips to his. He started to walk backwards but he kisses back. He leans against the wall and I push into him. This is the best day of my life.
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Ghostly Love
RomanceYou live on the streets. A gypsy dancing for money and used to harassment. Then you have to move to another spot and end up at the new and beautiful Opera Populaire. You hide on a secret tunnel you find and meet the most handsome and mysterious man...
