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One never forgets their first love

I suppose that is where my one weakness lies. Me, the infamous Opera Ghost, known for wrecking havoc and even the occasional murder. Who in their right mind could have possibly thought me capable of feeling such an emotion. Then again, not one soul has ever been in my presence long enough to quite understand me.

Not even her.

One never forgets their first love.

I chastised her for her naivety, but I know realize that I myself was naïve. When she removed my mask, not even I myself could predict the chain of events that it would set into place. Little did I know that that simple action would be her demise.

There is not a day that goes by that I don't feel guilty about her fault. If only I could have seen it coming; if only I could have stopped her.

But somehow, Fate decided to step in

Before I had time to react, she had pulled the mask from my face. In that one moment, I lashed out in anger and ruined everything, any ounce of hope that I had ever had for a future. The look of horror on her face had been too much for me to bear. After the initial shock, my hands had instinctively flew to my face to cover, in hopes that she had not seen.

She had.

She promptly dropped the mask and fell to her knees. No sound came from her beautiful lips. They merely twisted into such disgust and anguish that I could not even bear to look at her. My heart broke into it's final piece at that very moment.

One never forgets their first love.

For the first time in my miserable life, my heart dared to hope that maybe, just maybe someone could love me. But once again, it was merely a fantasy. Who could ever love a monster such as I? Who, in their hart of hearts, could possibly find one shred of kindness to share with a man like me. A fallen angel, the Devil's Child. No one is their right mind, that is who.

Her demise was also my demise. Our affair, if one could call it that, was brief and I fled soon after that. For years, I never forgot her, but I suppose that is only natural

One never forgets their first love.

My wife chooses this moment to enter the room. Despite all that I have been through, I managed to find someone who was able to see past my deformity and love me how I was meant to be loved. Through her, my life has come to mean something, vastly different from the pathetic existence I had called a life before.

"Erik? Are you coming up to join me? I am not the most patient of women, you know." She runs her hand seductively along my cheek.

I can not help but smile. There is not a day goes by that she never ceases to amaze me. I am starting to believe in a God a little more each day. Because he has given me my Christine.

"Erik?" Her voice calls me out of my daze. "Are you thinking of Luciana again?"

As intuitive as ever. "Yes. Only thinking of how she pales in comparison to you, love."

She smiled. "Come along, my love. The night is growing older as we speak."

I shake my head as I take her hand. "Anything you desire, mon ange. You know I am ever at your debt."

One never forgets their first love

They simple learn from them how to better love their life partner and soul mate

I smile as Christine leads me up the stairs. The candles illuminate her delicate features in a soft glow.

Thank you, Luciana, for showing me the incorrect way to love, for now, I am learning from someone who truly does love me.

From the inside out