Made for 15 minutes, I think. I don't think it should be that long, it's really supposed to be short. The shortest I had ever written yet. :)
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ENJOY.
"Why did you come here?" His voice demanded for his question to be answered immediately.
"I..." She was at lost for words, she knew why she came here, but the words failed to flow out of her mouth. Maybe because she didn't know how to say it or maybe she was just afraid, afraid of what he'll say, but… it's not something to be exasperated about, right?
His eyes flickered dangerously to her direction,
"Have you come to mock me of my loss, little Giry? Did you want to see the Opera Ghost in misery?" He bitterly laughed.
She shook her head; she wanted to say something that he deserved to hear.
"I…thank you."
"What are you on about, foolish child? Do not play games with me." With a hint of annoyance in his voice, his sorrowful eyes burned through hers.
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? Do you thank me for kidnapping her and forcing a ring upon her finger and for strangling that insolent fop or do you thank me for bringing down the chandelier that took a lot of lives?"
"But you let her go." She stated, for she did not see Christine anywhere in his lair. She knew he had made a mistake, but it was forgivable, all that mattered was, he knew his mistakes and seem to be more than willing to compensate for the loss of many. He didn't react to this sentence; instead, he looked away, for he knew that the woman spoke nothing but the truth.
"Thank you for guiding her, when I, myself cannot put her out of her misery of her father's loss."
He opened his mouth to say something, but Meg continued.
"Thank you for writing music." She held his gaze, but somehow, she was quite timid about the way his eyes were wavering with different emotions as her words rang through his ears. She strode towards him, skeptical whether she is closing herself in danger.
"And most of all," She reached out a hand and brushed his unmasked cheek,
"Thank you for existing."
He shuddered at her delicate hands coming in contact with his own skin. Not even Christine, who he taught for so many years, has spoken those words. His own protege.. left him without giving anything in return... She took it all. His heart, music and soul. He thought he'd never hear these words...but, he finally heard what he longed to hear since the day his existence came to the earth. It's like heaven swallowed him without even taking away his life. Such joy, such happiness surged through him. No one had ever been grateful to him, and the one who spoke what he wanted to hear, was the least he expected to hear it from.
And for once in his life, he was at loss for words.
Wasn't that sweet? AWWWWW. Reviews would be welcome!