Title: Intentions
Author: Caleno
Rating: G
Pairing: E/C
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
Arc / Version: It suits all I think.
Word Count: 279
Summary: Realisations and the consequences.
Author's Notes: Week 9 Drabble – Secrets, for Livejournal community potocontest
AN2: whoops! Silly billy me – miss read the assignment and got the icon challenge (which had to be E/C) and the drabble challenge mixed up, thus I thought the drabble had to be E/C. Oh well, probably would've have turned out that way anyway. Enjoy!
Secret(s) adj.
1. kept or intended to be kept from the knowledge or view of others, to be known only by specified people
When did it dawn on him that he was attracted to her, admired her, and nay loved her? No only her physical beauty and her voice; but her spirit, her soul, her je ne sais quoi.
Was it when he realised he deeply looked forward their singing lessons, her mere presence pulling him from the darkness he had always found so comfortable and well suited to him. She was goodness and light personified. She saturated those around her in the same goodness and light. How could he possibly not be touched by it?
Was it when he understood why he despised seeing her converse with others happily, especially men? When he felt the white anger rise inside him, while his hand wrung the noose in fury. No other should enjoy her company but him, enjoy and soak in her goodness and light. She was his. She was his voice.
Was it when he realised she too seemed to take pleasure from their lessons and discourse, that she chatted happily and pleasantly with him, joking sometimes even, and always pleaded with him to stay when he indicated otherwise. All under the guise of her angel though. Her Angel of Music.
Sometimes, after his epiphany regarding his feelings towards her, he remembers these times. They gave him hope. Hope that someday she may feel even a molecule of what he felt for her towards him. That Christine may someday look upon him with love.
How ridiculous.
Erik, you fool, you grow senile in your old age, he mocked himself. Good thing no one knows of these thoughts, he remarked.
And no one ever will.
After all, a secret never hurt anyone.
Finis