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The Phantom (Charles Dance) - Let me see your face

Erik has brought me and Christine on a picnic today in his garden. Well, I say garden, it's an underground fake woodland trail. He lays out the blanket and begins to rummage in the basket.

Christine sits quietly as we watch our maestro. I place a hand on his arm and help him take out some food. He stares down at me with his beautiful blue eyes and smiles. I grin back up and him.

"Let me see your face." Christine blurts out. Erik freezes and looks up at Christine shocked by her sudden comment. Erik sits up straight and let's out a sigh as Christine stares at him lovingly. "Christine!" I exclaim, angry at her outburst.

"You have asked, I'm afraid, the only thing in my power that I cannot grant. Please don't ask it again." Erik explains ashamed. "I have seen your eyes! And I know your heart. Why not let me know your face as well?" Christine begs. "Because..." Erik starts but pauses and looks down.

I rub his arm and squeeze his shoulder."Because I have no face, I only the semblance of a face and no one should ever have to look at it." He chokes up but looks away from us. "Oh but I could look at it!" Christine pleads. "No stop." Erik begs. "No I could!" Christine exclaims.

"Christine leave it be." I frown. "I ask you please, to stop." He begs embarrassed. "Only if you say you do not love me will I stop." Christine states. Erik stares at her and cast me a glance.

"I feel a chill descending. I- I think we're able to go it feels like rain." Erik mumbles and starts packing up again. "Maestro please! You have given me so much." Christine begs and grabs his arm. "You don't know what you're asking." He pleads. "Yes I do! If you love me, please let me love you too!" Christine begs.

Erik ignores her and tries to put away more of the picnic. "No don't do that!" Christine exclaims stopping him. "Christine, respect he said no." I growl. "I know your face can be looked at by someone who loves you. Please let me show you it's true." She ignores me and continues her plead. "Oh Christine." Erik sighs and looks away.

"This time with you both is, is the nearest I've ever been to bliss. I'm satisfied with that." Erik stutters and looks at me with adoration, causing me to blush. "Oh but there's more!" Christine exclaims. "I'm sure but not for me." Erik disagrees. "There is so much more for you Erik." I whisper.

"I asked nothing that has not already been done. Your mother saw your face and smiled! If love could let her gaze at you, and smile, could it not do the same for me?" Christine explains. Erik looks at her shocked as to how she knows about his mother. Very few know about her including myself.

Erik stares at the floor for a few minutes before hesitating to untie the ribbon of his mask. I kneel behind him slightly to the side. He slowly takes his mask off as Christine stares hopeful. He removes it fully and Christine falters. Her smile drops and she wavers slightly. Her mouth opens and closes, lost for words. Surely his face can't be that bad. Then her eyes roll into the back of her head and she faints on the blanket.

Erik kneels over and buried his face in the picnic blanket sobbing. "Oh!" He wails. He shakes and trembles as he sobs. "Erik?" I whisper. "Don't look at me!" He begs. "Look at me, Erik." I beg. "No!" He sobs. I wrap my arms around him from behind and pull his back into my chest. I place my hands over his heart as he sobs.

I place a kiss to the side of his face that I can see. Redness and inflamed skin is all I see from the little bit of his face I can see. I turn his head to the side with my hand, gently, so I can see his whole face. "No!" He sobs trying to put his mask back on. I trap his arms in mine and hug him from behind.

"Shhh. I've got you. See? Nothing to worry about. Look me in the eye Erik." I plead. I crawl on my knees so I am I front of him now. "Beautiful." I whisper and cup his face. "How?" He sobs. "Love. Love let's me see your face." I smile softly.

"She isn't worthy of your love." I whisper and rub my nose against his. He sucks in a breath and shudders. We stare into each other's eyes and I smile. I run my hands through his mop of blonde hair. His eyes flutter closed and he hums in delight.

"You're wonderful." He whispers. "As are you, my sweet Erik." I whisper and kiss his head.