Chap2 Eternal
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He was blind? It still hadn't quite sunk in yet. Opening his eyes but still seeing nothing but darkness scared him more than he cared to admit. It had been a month since that night in the opera house. Each day that passed he hoped his vision might return. It wasn't until very recently he had forced himself to accept the fact that he was blind and was never going to see again.
He felt completely lost without his sight. Everything he was the very vague identity he had clung to for years depended upon him being able to see. He was the angel of music. How could he carry that reputation if he could never read a piece of music or see the keys of a piano again?
Mme Giry had moved Erik to small house not far from the Opera house once she felt he was strong enough. It was the most difficult journey she had ever made in her life. The short journey was terrifying for Erik. He hated walking and not knowing where he was he felt so vulnerable and open to attack. Even Mme Giry whispering the directions softly into his ear did very little to quench his fear.
When Erik heard Mme Giry step out the room he felt his way towards the piano. He knew there was a piano in the room as he had heard Mme Giry play it for hours at a time when she thought he was sleeping. She was a wonderful player the notes just flowed freely like liquid. He felt a little calmer and not so alone in his darkness when he heard her play.
Erik sat by the piano and placed his hands on the keys. He ran his hands to the starts of the keys in order to count his way up to middle C. He began to play soon the gentle melody of music of the night filled the room.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne . . .to this kingdom where all must pay homage to music . . .music . . ." he began to sing softly as he played the notes blindly. He could feel himself relaxing as the song progressed,
" Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defences . . .Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour . . .Grasp it, sense it -tremulous and tender . . ."
Mme Giry stood silently at the door listening to him sing. He was a true musician if he could play and sing with such skill blind. She loved the sound of his voice she found his words drawing her into a trance.
The words had an extra strength to Erik because now there were even closer to the reality of his life.
"Feel it, hear it, closing in around you . . . Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -the darkness of the music of the night . . ."
Suddenly he hit a wrong key. Mme Giry tensed silently hoping he could pull it back. Erik tried to get past it and keep playing but he had lost his place and couldn't get it back. He didn't feel anger just sadness, an overwhelming sadness and fear.
He sat almost paralysed at the piano. His breathing became shaky. He felt so alone, so lost. The darkness was eternal there was no escape. Even when he found a temporary release the crushing blackness always forced its self to the front of his mind again. It felt like a cruel irony he hated his face wishing he never had to see it again. That had been his plan when he smashed all the mirrors; he never left his lair so if he broke the mirrors never again would he be forced to look at the reason why he was trapped in his lair. He had thought his haunted face centred his entire world so in a way it made sense in that to longer see his face would mean he could no longer see the world.
Mme Giry walked towards Erik making her footsteps audible so she didn't frighten Erik when she approached him. She put her arms around him trying to show him that everything would be okay. Erik tensed at first but then relaxed in her arms. Mme Giry kept her arms around him as if protecting him from all the horrors that threatened to torment his mind.
"Thank you," he murmured. It wasn't a saying he used a lot but he owed her so much.
"Don't thank me," she whispered. Before she really knew what she was doing her lips met Erik's. Erik returned the kiss pouring all his feelings that he couldn't voice into it giving the kiss a level of intensity that couldn't be explained.
Finally their lips separated. Mme Giry couldn't believe what she had just done and that Erik hadn't pulled away. The kiss meant something to her, at the moment she wasn't sure exactly what it was.
