Jeu D'esprit || Phantom of the Opera

"I like you." When Erik kind of froze
she decided that wasn't the best choice of words considering his feelings for her. "I mean as a friend." He released his breath in a sigh. "I don't like it here, though, Erik. Don't you trust me?"

"Well, yes, I suppose."

"Then let me go. I know how you feel about me. If you love and trust me... Let me go. Don't you trust me to come back?"

Erik sighed. "Not really. No, I don't."

Christine sighed. She's getting no where with this man! She rubbed her temple.

"No one ever came back." He whispered sadly.