The Melancholy Burden of Sanity
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This is my first ever fic, but I've read so many of them by so many talented writers I just had to make an attempt. This is a really dark story; I have always thought that if Christine and Erik were not reunited that she would have gone mad from guilt and unrequited love. This is the premise of my story.
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Without further ado...
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Prologue
We being well adjusted people feel it is unnatural to be more comfortable in the darkness than in the light. Light is harsh, light shows all aspects of things, sometimes things we would rather not see. But light is uncaring and does not distinguish being good and evil in its illuminations. Darkness softens, and cloaks us in our sins. While the light forces us to look at ourselves for what we really are, the darkness shields us from what we do not want to see. Have you ever noticed how you can see the things you look for in the darkness, if they are things you do not want to see, you blame the darkness for them being there. But if you did not want to see it or did not seek it out, you could pass right by undisturbed.
We as a civilization have the need to know all the facts, therefore we cannot stand the dark, it represents things that we do not know. Someone who did care to see life for how it was would revel in the dark and its attributes.
Some have called madness black, the black disease. Black is the color of the night. Madness and darkness are very closely linked. It is closer than some might think. People seek it out for the same reason as darkness, and it is as addicting, to simply not see what is in front of you. But madness is much more dangerous, because when you have ventured so far into madness that you cannot see any light, the sun never rises as it does with the night.