A Second Chance in Love (Erik X OC)

Chapter 37

Morgana looked at him as she finished, her chest feeling lighter now that she had taken it off her chest. However, she wouldn't go around and say her story to people. She didn't like it. It wasn't a happy childhood, the one she had.

No, it was one where you had to mature much earlier than you supposed to. One where you learnt how hard is to survive in the hard world and one where taking her of others requires personal sacrifice.

Her trip was long, tiring but she was thankful for it. She had managed to learn so many things. She had managed to evolve into the woman she was today. Other girls her age are still immature and naïve but not her.

She had faced life face to face and won, she had conquered each obstacle and now she was more experienced and stronger than ever before. She knew how to survive, how to take care of herself and the ones she cared about.

"When I was younger, this... deformity of mine didn't help me at all" Erik started. She didn't know why but she didn't want to ask, he also had a past he tried to forget. She knew it because they both had the same eyes. She squeezed his hands gently to remind him that she was there for him. "My first and only gift was a mask, by my mother, to hide the deformity. She didn't allow me to look at her, touch her, and talk to her; even call her mom. I isolated myself in my room, I couldn't go out. It was forbidden. I buried myself in the books, using them as a way to occupy myself and somehow make things a little... lighter... for me. However, after certain age trouble came. A doctor my mother started to see, didn't like me and tried to persuade her to lock me in an asylum. I didn't know if I could trust her from then, she hadn't thrown me to the streets but she didn't want to see me either... I never stayed to find out; the same night I ran away and never looked back. I managed to survive for a small-time but I was getting hungry and tired... that was when I found a gipsy camp. I tried to steal but I was caught and exposed. Then, I was caged like an animal. The 'Devil's child' is what they called me. I would travel with them, locked behind metal bars. The show would start, I would get bitten for the sake of a show and then force everyone to... to see me...my curse...*sigh*

Morgana gave him time, she could see it buy how he closed his eyes and stopped that the subject was hard for him. She stayed quiet and let him continue when he felt ready, her thumb rubbing his skin all this time in a comforting manner.

Her heart aced so far and she felt like shedding a tear as just the thoughts of the gipsy camp and the humiliation because of something that made you different. She could understand now why he wore that mask, why he hid in the shadows and deep underground.

Why he was so cold and distant to most humans and so overprotective of what he cared about. After what he had been through, she didn't blame him; not that she ever did.

"One day, we were in Paris and after my usual beating and humiliation... I decided I had enough. I grabbed a rope that was close by and use it to choke the man who tortured me all this time. Once dead, I noticed that a ballerina had stayed behind and saw everything. I thought she could scream for her but she didn't. Instead, she set me free and helped me hide down here; away from the cruel world, away from the police and away from the gipsies. Her name *smiles faintly* was Antoinette Giry"

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The Irish looked at him; her eyes were filled with an emotion she had never seen in anyone before. Empathy

Before Erik could register what had happened, he was wrapped in a tight hug. Once he realized that it was Morgana hugging him; he hugged back tightly and buried his head on the crook of her neck.

He could feel his eyes stung, the dark memories of his past always seemed to affect him more than he liked.

He held her there, none of them speaking or moving; just embracing each other.