Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 8

I don't own Phantom... Blah, blah, blah. Enjoy this chapter! During the weekends, I'll update earlier!

Erik

I stood, frozen in place, staring at the space that Elyza had once occupied. I didn't know what to do or think. She had kissed me. Her lips made contact with my skin and kissed me. "I knew you'd accept me...", I whispered and I touched my cheeks where I still felt her lips linger. But, I realised... There was something wet on both sides. Not from her lips, no, she wasn't sloppy. My vision was slightly blurred. Was I... Crying? I brushed the tears away. Yes! I was crying tears of joy. For the very first time.. I staggered over to my desk in a whimsical state, actually grinning. Letting the tears fall more freely. But suddenly, I heard the voices. Those nasty, jeering voices in the back of my head. You daft, repulsive creature! She didn't mean anything by it and you know it was wrong anyhow. These thoughts made my joy decrease slightly... But, she called me beautiful... And looked upon my face without any fear, saying she's seen worse... That's the... Nicest most caring thing any one has ever said to me. I sat down, smiling still. I just knew she would, I knew she would. I slowly replaced my mask and wrote a note to myself before putting it in my waistcoat. Reluctantly, beginning to prepare for the next class as the bell rang out loudly. Elyza Reagan never leaving my thoughts, despite what the other side of me thought. I touched my unmasked cheek again, trying to convince myself that it was wrong and that she meant nothing by it, but I couldn't help but think it was something more...
This chapter was so phun to write!! *phangirls*