Hide your face in your Hands
Erik wondered around the late-night Paris streets, aimlessly. He was oblivious to the yells from passers by, and the cat-calls from the wide array of whores displayed in the low-life back alley he was in. Somehow he made it back to the Opera. It was surprising, considering the amount he'd been drinking.
He stumbled down the maze of corridors, swum across the lake, and, sopping wet, collapsed into his bed. He did not notice the girl, sitting. Staring.
A/N right, short. Just to give a taster of what is to come if you like…if you don't, read my other story and give me ideas! lol