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A Realization
I knew. In that moment, as I looked at her, I knew. I knew there was so much more to this delicate beauty before me than I had ever previously thought possible. And I knew something else too. In that vital moment I realized it: I loved her. With all my heart I loved her and as long as my feet roamed the earth, I would let no harm come to her. This delicate angel, who had not only dared to bring light into my home, but also into the recesses of my dark heart.
How I regretted now those harsh words of the past. But she was still here; she hadn't left me. The only thing I could think was: Why? Why had she remained so faithful to me? I knew I had never done anything to deserve this devotion from her. I didn't dare think that she could possibly love me. It must have come from promises or something of the like. Nevertheless, my heart, despite my efforts, dared to hope.
Then, to my everlasting amazement and bliss, this magnificent woman leaned forward and pressed her beautiful lips to my hideous, distorted ones. I have previously said I felt bliss, but that would not do this feeling justice, for there was so much tenderness in that kiss, as well as something else. I tried not to let myself believe that that something else could be love.
I was so afraid to frighten her and lose her, but, despite my fears, I could not help my reaction. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She didn't pull away in fear or disgust at my hideous face. Quite the opposite, in fact. She wrapped her arms around me and responded with the same passion. It took me a while to realize I was crying. As was she, I noted with surprise. When we finally broke away from each other, breathless, I sank to my knees at her feet and sobbed. So great was my fear of losing her. I had a strange feeling of déjà vu as I found myself crying, kissing her delicate feet, and begging her to never leave me. "Please. Please don't leave me," I sobbed. "I need you. I...I love you." There, I had said it, and now my fear of rejection was greater than ever. To my surprise, she knelt down to look me in the face. Then, ever so gently, she whispered, "Say my name." I looked at her for a second in shock at her request before answering, "I love you, Adelle." Adelle had tears in her eyes as she flung her arms around me and sighed into my shirt. "I love you Erik."
Ending Note: So what did ya'll think? Should I continue and develop this story a bit more? Feedback please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera
A Realization
I knew. In that moment, as I looked at her, I knew. I knew there was so much more to this delicate beauty before me than I had ever previously thought possible. And I knew something else too. In that vital moment I realized it: I loved her. With all my heart I loved her and as long as my feet roamed the earth, I would let no harm come to her. This delicate angel, who had not only dared to bring light into my home, but also into the recesses of my dark heart.
How I regretted now those harsh words of the past. But she was still here; she hadn't left me. The only thing I could think was: Why? Why had she remained so faithful to me? I knew I had never done anything to deserve this devotion from her. I didn't dare think that she could possibly love me. It must have come from promises or something of the like. Nevertheless, my heart, despite my efforts, dared to hope.
Then, to my everlasting amazement and bliss, this magnificent woman leaned forward and pressed her beautiful lips to my hideous, distorted ones. I have previously said I felt bliss, but that would not do this feeling justice, for there was so much tenderness in that kiss, as well as something else. I tried not to let myself believe that that something else could be love.
I was so afraid to frighten her and lose her, but, despite my fears, I could not help my reaction. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She didn't pull away in fear or disgust at my hideous face. Quite the opposite, in fact. She wrapped her arms around me and responded with the same passion. It took me a while to realize I was crying. As was she, I noted with surprise. When we finally broke away from each other, breathless, I sank to my knees at her feet and sobbed. So great was my fear of losing her. I had a strange feeling of déjà vu as I found myself crying, kissing her delicate feet, and begging her to never leave me. "Please. Please don't leave me," I sobbed. "I need you. I...I love you." There, I had said it, and now my fear of rejection was greater than ever. To my surprise, she knelt down to look me in the face. Then, ever so gently, she whispered, "Say my name." I looked at her for a second in shock at her request before answering, "I love you, Adelle." Adelle had tears in her eyes as she flung her arms around me and sighed into my shirt. "I love you Erik."
Ending Note: So what did ya'll think? Should I continue and develop this story a bit more? Feedback please.