Disclaimer: I do not own any of the phantom of the opera characters of phantom of the opera itself in any form even though I desperately wish I could.
All I knew is that I when I woke up I was not in my own bed but a beautiful swan shaped bed instead. After a few seconds I suddenly realized everything that had happened the night before. The lake, the boat, a horse, the mist, the candles, and the man in the mask. Slowly I pulled the cord that let up the curtain around "my" bed and got up and saw the Erik composing at his organ. Slowly I walked up behind him suddenly curious to see why he wore a mask. He looked at me quickly but just went back to composing .I slowly let my hands touch his face then ever so carefully lifted the mask off his face.
I was composing remembering the night before. Christine .all I could think about was the beautiful angel sleeping in my home .MY HOME. Suddenly I heard the soft sound of footprints coming in my direction. I quickly turned around to see my Christine behind me before I went back to my composing. I felt Christine lightly touch my face and then all of the sudden I felt my mask lift from my face.
As I lifted the mask from his face I suddenly knew why he wore one. His face was horribly disfigured. Weirdly I didn't mind. But Erik covered his face with his hand and pushed me to the ground cursing and yelling at me. I was so scared. I had never seen him like this. Sure he was intense with some of my lessons but this was terrible. After he stopped yelling he told me that I probably wouldn't be able to look of think of him. He was truly wrong though. He came close to were I was sitting and knelt beside me still covering his face holding out his hand.
I couldn't believe what had happened. Christine just had to take off my mask. We could have been so happy I thought but now that she has seen my face she would never be able to love me. I pushed her down to the ground in my anger yelling at her. I told her how I knew she would not be able to look or think of me. I sat down next to her and held out my hand waiting for her to give me my mask back.
As I saw Erik in front of me holding out his hand expecting me to give him his mask back I thought about how horrible his life must have been for him to yell at me like that. Instead of giving his mask back I crawled closer to him and put my hand over the hand covering his face and then pulled his hand away from his face. Then I said
"I don't care."
The look on his face that was so sad before suddenly turned to happiness. He just looked at me then suddenly pulled me in a tight embrace sobbing thanking me over and over again. I just sat here a little dumbstruck for a few seconds and then hugged him back.
I couldn't in my wildest dreams have thought that Christine would ever be content with my disfigurement. But when she took my hand away from my face and said
"I don't care" I was blown away. I must have been dreaming when she said that. But no it wasn't and I pulled her into a tight embrace sobbing thanking her. She just sat there for a second but then hugged me back and both of us stayed like long after my tears were gone.
Hello all you peoples out there. If you like this and want it to continue just write a review asking. I just came up with this and am considering making it just a one-shot but I could definitely expand it into a longer story. I would make Christine and Erik so happy and ….well I wont give away any ideas just incase anyone does want me to continue.i am sorry if you think the story is bad I just quickly wrote it down as it came to mind which was only a few minutes.also if i continue i promise to make the story so much better sounding and probobly just make it from a 3rd person perspective.
