The Point of No Return

The Point of No Return

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Past the point of no return, No backward glances, Our games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thoughts of “if” or “when” No use resisting, Abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging FIRE shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it's door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, The final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets Will we learn Beyond the point of no return? I do NOT own Phantom of The Opera (sadly) and I only own Ruelle. Cover by @BOOkcovers4YoU237
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The great fire, it cost Erik everything he ever knew. His house, his only love... everything. He roamed the streets for almost four years, staying hidden in the shadows he made himself familiar with only to find his way back to the abandon and burnt opera house. He stayed there and the first few months were nothing but peace, silence and his inner demons ripping him apart. He had no power for life anymore, no muse to write songs and compose miracles. He simply spent his days looking at the cave walls, not able to think, to see, to feel. All that changed when his ear perked the sound of a child's laughter, informing him of people entering his house but he had no power to kick them out. He saw no reason too. The Phantom was dead after all. He assumed they were the new owners, a word he heard a few times during the past 2 weeks. He mentally scoffed, wondering what they would do with the destroyed opera. Open it again? Fix it? He could care less. All he wanted was his solitude. #1 in phantomoftheopera (10/3/21)

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