OCD
A/N: I have no idea where this came from… I was just trying desperately to not fall asleep during a class, and this is the result. I hope you enjoy this light-hearted story. Please read and review!!!
I never intended to take off his mask.
He should have known better than to let it become crooked. I stared at his face for a long time, my fingers itching with the desire to straighten the mask. My face became heated as I internally struggled, and my heart began to pound faster and faster from the undeniable need churning within me. Masks aren't meant to be worn crookedly… It wasn't right at all… Must… fix… it…
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged forward to rearrange the mask, but in my eagerness, I accidentally ripped it off.
Erik cried out and covered his face with his hands. Wha…? I thought, utterly confused. What is he doing???
"Curse you! You little demon!" he raged. I had to bite my lip to hold back my giggle; he just looked too funny.
He stepped closer. "Is this what you wanted to see?" he demanded.
I raised my eyebrows. "I haven't really seen anything," I pointed out calmly.
A glare was his response. Then, he took his hands away from his face. "There! Feast your eyes! Glut your soul on my accursed ugliness!" he proclaimed dramatically.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please… your face isn't half as bad as you think it is. After seeing Carlotta's face every day for seven years, I've already been exposed to the biggest horror on earth."
His mouth fell open, and I fought another urge to giggle… he looked like a fishy.
"But… you took off my mask… you still betrayed me!" he accused.
Was there no end to the drama? I shook my head and said, "I didn't mean to take off your mask… I…" Here, I blushed.
"You what?" Erik snapped impatiently.
"Erik, I have a confession to make. I'm… well, I'm OCD."
"OCD?" he repeated, stunned.
"Your face doesn't bother me; really, it doesn't," I said in a rush. "I never meant to take your mask off you… only it was crooked, and I wanted to fix it…" I couldn't continue, for my cheeks had turned bright scarlet.
He looked deep into my eyes for a few moments. "Christine… can this be true?" he asked in tones of delight, his hands clasped together.
I nodded. "Yes, Erik. I pro-" I suddenly stopped, my focus on something on his left shoulder. My symptoms swung into motion again as I stared at the terrible offender… a long hair…
Erik followed my stare, and when he saw the hair, he swiftly lifted it with his fingers and dropped it to the ground.
I smiled hugely at him in gratitude. "Shall we go sing?" I asked.
He took my hand and returned my smile. "Yes, my love, we shall," he replied. So, we walked hand-in-hand to the music to begin our happily ever after… at least until the next crisis…
End.
A/N: I know this isn't exactly a sophisticated story, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoyed it! Again, please review!!!
Yours humbly,
broadwaygirl818