Disclaimer: I don't own anything phantom related other than my copy of the 25th anniversary at Royal Albert Hall on dvd that lives in my room:)
October 17, 2018
One month. One month since that Little-Erik-Stealer arrived. Also one month until my birthday. I'm feeling deprived. I had a conversation with Nadir about it today. I was in the dining room by myself when he walked in.
"Hey, Jessica," he said, taking a seat across from me.
"Hi, Nadir," I replied halfheartedly, picking at my bowl of Cheerios.
"What's wrong?" he inquired.
I glanced up before going back to attacking my cereal.
"It's been a month."
"Since?"
"Since Erik and I spent any time together."
"Ah, I see."
I paused my attack, staring across the table at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
The Persian man sighed, running a hand over his face tiredly.
"Anyone with eyes and a brain can tell, Jessica, that you love him, even if you are too scared to admit it to anyone."
My mouth opened and shut a few times before resuming my attack on my bowl. I refused to acknowledge the fact that he was right.
I've admitted to myself many times that I love Erik. However, I've never had the courage to tell him and he seems completely oblivious to any hints I may accidentally drop whenever we're together. I didn't think I was being that obvious, but apparently someone had noticed. And I bet Nadir wasn't the only one who saw. Antoinette must have noticed as well, right? I'll have to find a way to see the next time we talk. However, now I'm going off on a tangent and I'm sure you are curious to know what the rest of my conversation with Nadir was like.
"Jessica?"
I sighed, shoving my bowl away from me and folding my arms over my chest. I glared at the old man, daring him to continue.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Kind of hard to say anything to him when I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN AN ENTIRE MONTH!"
I don't know why I was so angry. No that's not true. I do know why I was so angry. Before Christine showed up, Erik and I were practically inseparable. Most of my time was spent in his office down below either singing or talking with him when he wasn't checking on the other patients. I ate nearly all my meals down there. There was even a cot set up in the corner of the room where I slept occasionally when he didn't insist I return to my room. This past month has been pure torture and the way Nadir was looking at me made me believe he was very aware what my feelings about the separation were.
Nadir uttered his own sigh and rose from the table.
"I'll see you around, Jessica."
He left the room and I gave an annoyed huff, grabbing my bowl and emptying it down the disposal in the kitchen before placing both bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. Marie-Claire, the cook, gave me a sympathetic smile before turning back to her work of cleaning the counters. No doubt she had heard Nadir and my entire exchange. Great! So basically everyone in this entire freaking place knows about my feelings for Erik except for the man in question! Absolutely freaking awesome! That makes me feel so great! I need to stop. If I keep ranting in here like this I'm never going to cool off. *Sigh* I'll see you around!
-Jessica Snow
AN: Alright. So here's the next installment. Hope you guys enjoy this so far. Some of these beginning chapters are a little if-y for me. However, I don't want to change anything about them because everything I wrote is important in the long run. Anyway, if you guys could let me know your thoughts on what's happened so far, I would be eternally grateful! Thanks for the support!
