A merry ballerina with a tragic story and a sad genius with a tragic past. It's a match made in heaven. Is that the reason why they are that drawn to each other? What happens when secrets resurface? A small fluffy to brighten every phans day. EOW/EO...
Since the Masked Ball, Christine hadn't seen Erik. She counted two weeks on her fingers.
She should be happy, right?
Raoul decided not to go on the Expedition and take her away, but all she could think about was...
"Where is Erik?"
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"If you can sing, sing something for me. You never do, and you have such a beautiful voice," said Melissa to Erik. Both were in her Dressing Room, where he was supposedly, teaching her French. But instead, they were eating cheese and éclairs and drinking quite a lot of wine. And Erik was not allowed to wear his mask in there. Ever.
"How do you know I have 'such a beautiful voice'?" he said, already a little drunk.
"Because I can hear you talk. Come on. Sing for me. Pleeease." she moaned.
"En Français, Melissa. En Français."
"No problem, you can sing in French, too."
It was always like this. He was supposed to teach her French, but they ended up doing something else. Melissa seemed so easy around him, whereas he was still confused. What did she really want from him?
He rolled eyes. It felt even uglier with all those mirrors reflexing him.
"Why do you torture me like this? You must really hate me!"
"Yeah, you're the bane of my existence, make no mistake. If I give you your mask back, will you sing for me?"
"I most certainly will not, you impudent creature!"
She rose from her bed, where she was sitting, and he observed from the stool on the boudoir he was sitting when she lit a match and burned the silk black mask.
"I have more than this one!" he cried out in sheer outrage.
"Then I'll burn all of them! Now sing!"
He sat there, sulking. He hated her.
"Oh, don't be like that, Erik. I can give you more wine..." so she held him, bery close to her, and his breath caught. She was so close to his face. He could feel her warm breath on his cheek. Why would she do that? He had never been so happy not to be wearing a mask. All he had to do was to turn around and make it look like it had been an accident... And their lips would- -
But what would be her reaction to a livingcorpse? She would probably vomit. He just stood still, fighting back tears.
"Erik! Are you... feeling all right?"
There, she had finally left him alone and sat on the bed. Just the moment he needed a hug the most...
"Yes, I'm fine," he dried his traitor tears rapidly. "I'll sing for you."
