It was a week since Christine had left him. God only knew how much Erik
missed her, she whom he had loved from the depths of his soul, she to whom
he had given the worlds most beautiful gift: his music.
More miserable than ever he went to sleep...
* * *
The next morning Nadir was heading his way down to Eriks lair.
He knocked on the door, but no answer came. But he could see that the light was burning, so he turned the knob and went in. To his surprise he saw Erik, and he was....
- What in the name of everything that is holy are you doing, Erik?
Erik looked up at him.
- Packing, he said then turned to his bag again.
- Why? Nadir asked.
- Why, Erik said. - I'm tired of living in this solitary hell, I want to see the world again as I did in my young years.
- But where are you going? Nadir asked a bit worried.
- Are you worried about me? Erik asked, lifting an eyebrow, Nadir didn't answer. - Anyway, I'm going to England and I'm travelling in first class at a ship called "SS Neptune II" tomorrow.
- But isn't that expensive?
- Not when the managers have been giving you 20.000 francs a month the past twenty years, Erik said and held a very thick envelop before Nadirs eyes.
- I see, he said, - How long will you be gone?
- I don't know, maybe a month or something, he said, - There, that's the last of it, he said and closed the bag.
- But what about Christine? Nadir only had to take a look at Erik to understand, - So you are just going to give up on her, he said.
- Well, I never really had her, she's probably happy with her vicomte, Erik said and he felt the tears burn behind his eyelids. He turned his back to Nadir so he could not see.
- Well, if you don't mind, I'll come back here tomorrow to say good bye to you?
- No, of course not, Erik answered.
- Well then, I'll see you tomorrow?
- Yes, Erik said and heard the door behind him close.
Erik felt the sobs stir in him, Christine was gone, she had never loved him, and after their first kiss she had left him. He felt the tears role down on his cheeks. There was nothing more to do.
Erik went to sleep. After all, he was supposed to leave this place which had been his home for such a long time, tomorrow.
More miserable than ever he went to sleep...
* * *
The next morning Nadir was heading his way down to Eriks lair.
He knocked on the door, but no answer came. But he could see that the light was burning, so he turned the knob and went in. To his surprise he saw Erik, and he was....
- What in the name of everything that is holy are you doing, Erik?
Erik looked up at him.
- Packing, he said then turned to his bag again.
- Why? Nadir asked.
- Why, Erik said. - I'm tired of living in this solitary hell, I want to see the world again as I did in my young years.
- But where are you going? Nadir asked a bit worried.
- Are you worried about me? Erik asked, lifting an eyebrow, Nadir didn't answer. - Anyway, I'm going to England and I'm travelling in first class at a ship called "SS Neptune II" tomorrow.
- But isn't that expensive?
- Not when the managers have been giving you 20.000 francs a month the past twenty years, Erik said and held a very thick envelop before Nadirs eyes.
- I see, he said, - How long will you be gone?
- I don't know, maybe a month or something, he said, - There, that's the last of it, he said and closed the bag.
- But what about Christine? Nadir only had to take a look at Erik to understand, - So you are just going to give up on her, he said.
- Well, I never really had her, she's probably happy with her vicomte, Erik said and he felt the tears burn behind his eyelids. He turned his back to Nadir so he could not see.
- Well, if you don't mind, I'll come back here tomorrow to say good bye to you?
- No, of course not, Erik answered.
- Well then, I'll see you tomorrow?
- Yes, Erik said and heard the door behind him close.
Erik felt the sobs stir in him, Christine was gone, she had never loved him, and after their first kiss she had left him. He felt the tears role down on his cheeks. There was nothing more to do.
Erik went to sleep. After all, he was supposed to leave this place which had been his home for such a long time, tomorrow.