"Now," she said, breaking the silence, "I promised that you'd hear me sing again."
"You did," I said, leading her to a chair next to my Organ, "but first, I'd like to get to know you a bit better."
"Very well," she said sitting down, "what would you like to know?"
I thought for a moment, "you said you had no relatives in Paris, are you an orphan?"
"I'm not an orphan," she replied, "I moved to Paris almost a year ago now."
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"The Orkney Islands of Scotland."
"You don't have an Orcadian accent."
"I think I get that from my Mum."
"At least you have a Mother that loves you," I said avoiding eye contact with her.
"That's just the thing that bothers me," she said.
I looked at her confused. She lowered her head, "I don't think she ever loved me."
I put two fingers under her chin and got her to face me, "what makes you think that?"
She was silent for a moment until she answered, "she would always be negative about the things I did. My school work, my hobbies, things I did in in clubs or groups I went to and my singing. It would be very rare she would give me a positive comment. The rest of the time she'd give me negative comments and tried to get me to compare with her friends' daughters," she was starting to tear up a bit.
"Is that why you moved away?" I asked curiously.
She nodded and started to sob a little, "I came here hoping things would be different but everyone I've met treats me the same."
I grabbed her hands and looked her in the eye, "not everyone. I promise I'll never treat you like everyone else has."
"And in return," she said smiling a little, "neither will I."
I waited for her to calm down before she told me more about herself; hobbies, interests and how she first found out about me which was only four years ago.
Addie's POV:
We talked for what felt like hours but I didn't mind, I could only assume Erik hasn't talked to anyone in years. After we talked, I sang for him which I was happy to do. I sang:
Which Erik sang with me.
Again Erik sang with me
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The Phantoms new Angel of Music
FanfictionErik Destler has been alive for 121 years. Why? He is immortal, well, only until his life goes the way he planned it with Christine. But with Christine dead and no one even visits the Opera House now, Erik will never lived the life he dreamt of. Not...