Lost In Time

19. Reliving the Past

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I finally heard the lamp blown out and a noise, it was porcelain. He had set his mask down on the nightstand! I smiled in the dark, amazed and happy he trusted me.

"Goodnight...Faith." Erik said.

His soft breathing met my ears, and he was asleep.

Faith's POV

I woke up to a sudden loud whimper coming from behind me. I turned my head slightly to look up at the ceiling.

"E-Erik? You okay?" I whispered.

He didn't answer and the thrashing started. He kicked his leg over to my side and his arms reached out as if to grab something to hold on too. They finally found something, and that something was me.

Erik's shaking, scrawny arms wrapped around my torso and he pulled me into him, and my back was flush against his chest.

My eyes widened and I yelped slightly in surprise.

"Erik? E, is everything okay? Are you having a nightmare?" I tried to turn around but I remembered my promise of not looking at his face, and I couldn't move because of his strong grip.

Erik was shaking like mad and his whimpers were getting louder.

"P-please! Don't! Don't let them take me! I Don't want to go! I'm not a Devil's Ch-Child!" He cried, as he buried his face into my hair.

I gasped slightly at the contact, and he moved his head a bit, and I felt the mangled flesh on my neck. It didn't disgust me, but I wasn't expecting it.

Erik's cries finally calmed down, as I held and rubbed his hands that were encasing my waist. He let out a deep sigh and fell into a deeper slumber than before.

I stared off into space, not trying to move and wake him. I was still hazy with sleep and in shock that THE phantom of the opera was holding ME. Gulping, I looked down at his hands that were enveloping my smaller ones. They clung to mine desperately, as if I was about to leave him. I've sworn never to pity him, but I did then. How could you not?

He's gone through hell and has to relive it every night. The way he's holding me is like a child clinging to their mother during a thunderstorm. He's so helpless. So scarred from the past. This facade of being an opera ghost is not the real him. The real Erik is broken. He's sweet and caring, and clingy. He doesn't want anything to leave him, like his mother did. It's so devastating what this man has gone through. And sadly, there's more to come in the future...

A tear ran down my cheek and I fell into a restless slumber in the Phantom's clutches.

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I was startled awake when I heard a gasp above me. My eyes shot open to see a silky white dress shirt. I felt pressure on my head, like a chin. I was tightly pressed to Erik's front with his arms enveloping my body.