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“You really don’t care?” he asked.
“No, I don’t at all, it isn’t that bad anyway.” I said. “I’m sorry I betrayed your trust, but I needed to see.” It took me a moment to realize that I was still holding his mask over my heart. I held the mask out to him, expecting him to grab it back. I did not, however, expect him to take my hand and use it to pull me closer to him. I gasped and tripped over my own feet, only to catch myself using Erik’s shoulder to balance myself again. I automatically looked up and found myself trapped in his steady gaze. Our faces were only inches apart and I could feel his warm breath on my face as he whispered “Thank you, Isa.” He hesitated for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, making my breath catch. Erik straightened up quickly and cleared his throat and said “I must prepare for the performance.” I nodded, I had almost forgotten that this was the night Erik would win Christine’s heart, or at least attempt to do so. Erik disappeared to get ready and I was left waiting for the event that would change our lives forever.
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Erik’s POV:
I adjusted my wig and slipped on the black mask of Don Juan. Tonight, I would win, tonight Christine would be mine.
“Erik, you can’t do this!” Isa pleaded, appearing at the top of the stairs. “There is a plot to kill you and there are at least a hundred armed guards!
“There you go again, telling me what I can and can not do.” I sighed. “My dear, I think you have forgotten whose opera house this is. I can do whatever I want.”
“Erik, I don’t want them to hurt you.” She said. “Your opera house or not, you aren’t immortal, I know I can’t stop you but please PLEASE be careful!”
“I promise to be careful.” I said, looking into her eyes I saw tears forming in her eyes, much to my shock. It then occurred to me that Isa only cried for me. She never shed a tear when she was hurt or when I screamed at her, only when she was worried about me! Is this what it feels like? I thought To be cared about?
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What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)
FanficYou might know the story of the infamous Phantom of the Opera. How he was banished from society, and doomed to forever be alone, and how he loved the rising Prima Donna, Christine Daae. But what if there was someone who saw him? What happens when a...
