What If He Wasn't Alone? (A Phantom of the Opera Fanfiction)

Chapter 20: Angel of Forgiveness

I decided not to keep y'all in suspense for too long! So here is the next chapter! (As usual, Erik belongs to Andrew Llyod Webber!!!!! .... And to Isa! :3 )

Erik’s POV

As soon as I walked away from her, I knew I had made a mistake. But it was too late for second thoughts, so I hid as I heard Isa yell “Erik, please come back!”

I peered out at her, just in time to see her grief-stricken expression and the tears falling from her eyes. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t cry out to comfort her. I had to leave her alone before I hurt her more! So I turned around and walked away from Isa, leaving her to cry alone.

I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, so I was surprised to look up and see the San Martino Cathedral. Not having anywhere else to go, I stepped inside and sank into one of the pews. I looked around and saw that everyone was praying and crying. I had never prayed, in fact I believed that God created me solely to watch me live my pitiful life. But he did spare me but sending Isa into my life, so I guess he was watching out for me too. Closing my eyes I began to pray “Dear… God, I know that I shouldn’t be in your church or talking to you, but I really messed up. I suppose you already know my crimes and I hope that there is some forgiveness even for murderers and thieves. Thank you for letting Isa come into my life, even though I don’t deserve someone as beautiful as she is. Please let me have the wisdom and courage to get her back, I didn’t mean to snap at her! I just wanted to protect her, but I ended up making her cry. Please tell me what to do, give me advice and please let Isa forgive me too. You as my witness, I want to make things right. In your name I pray, Amen.”

I felt a little bit ridiculous praying, how did I know if God was even listening, or if he answered murderers prayers! I sat there thinking, since I didn’t have anywhere else to go. My thoughts mainly focused on Isa, I wondered if she was still sad, or if she was glad that I was gone. Based on the way I had treated her, I would have guessed that she would be glad that I was gone. I don’t know how long I was sitting for, but people soon began to leave and the sun grew dimmer in the stained glass windows.

“Scusi signore, but you have been sitting there for an awful long time.” A small voice said. I turned and saw a tiny girl looking at me. She had blonde hair and was wearing a little white dress. “My name is Angel, why are you sitting here all alone?”

“Because I have a lot to pray for.” I said, wondering why this little child had chosen to talk to me of all people.

“Like what?” she asked innocently.

“Well I really messed up, and I was asking for forgiveness.” I explained.

“Did you paint on the walls? I did that once, and Mommy got really angry at me.” Angel said crinkling her nose.

“No, I didn’t paint on the walls.” I said, nearly laughing.

“What did you do?” she asked, with wide eyes.

“I hurt my friends feelings, she thinks I don’t want to be with her anymore.” I said. “I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I don’t know if she can forgive me for it.”