Chap8 Broken
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Erik sat in a slight daze he had broken free of the spell Christine has put him under. He always thought he was the one manipulating his feelings but he now saw it was her, she played and toyed with his emotions.
He felt confused he felt like he had nothing to cling to. He didn't even know what he felt any more. Everything he was and everything he had had been destroyed, destroyed by his own hand and self loathing. His burning self loathing had expanded burning his surroundings burning what few good memories he had with it.
All but one, Antoinette. She was the only thing he had now. She was the only thing he could be certain of. Erik had always thought he lived his life independently without needing or wanting the help of others. It was only now it became clear that he had always depended on someone to keep him alive. It was Antoinette who gave him the chance to live.
It was both Christine and Antoinette who kept him alive, made sure he was never forgotten. They never allowed him to become trapped and lost in his dark prison beneath the Opera House.
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear."
"It's me they hear."
"Your spirit and my voice, in one combined."
It had been Antoinette who ensured his notes were delivered, she was his true connection to the world. Christine was a masked illusion, a fantasy of a life that could never be.
Mme Giry slowly opened the door. "Erik it's me," she said making her voice just loud enough so she could hear him.
"You do not need to announce yourself every time you walk into a room," he said coolly.
"I'm sorry, I just don't want to startle you by just walking in," she said quietly.
"I never needed sight to know when you walked into a room. I can always sense you," he said softly.
She smiled at his words but she couldn't stop worrying at the effect Christine's return must have had on him. "Are you okay…after…." She trailed off she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"After Christine," he finished for her. "I'm…okay…I think. I know that I do not love her." He said quietly.
She could not explain how happy those words make her feel. If he could say that after she came her begging him to take her back then she knew there was a chance he could be serious about her, that he could love her as much as she loved him.
"I'm blind…I can't see. I can never return to the Opera house now…there is no way I can survive…How long will it be before she leaves, how long before she grew tired of me like she did before? What would happen then?" The fear he was experiencing also scared him. He hated showing weakness even to himself.
Mme Giry watched him she hated to think of what was going through his mind. "Do you know that I love you?" she whispered.
He nodded slowly, "I'm just scared that it won't last," he quietly admitted.
It was then she realised that his blindness was close to snapping Erik. She moved closer to him putting her arms around him. She vowed she would help him through this she would help him see how she loved him and how much he meant to her.
"Pitiful creature of darkness what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone."
"I know things are hard just now. You are coping wonderfully. Don't ever doubt that for a second. Also remember that I am here to help any way I can, don't ever be afraid or ashamed to ask for my help," she said softly.
Erik nodded as he bent his head forward slightly. Mme Giry cupped his face in her hand so he "looked" at her. "Don't ever turn your face away from me," she whispered.
Erik longed to see her, too look into her eyes, to look at her face, her body. "I love you," he said kissing her. As he kissed her she made a silent promise to Erik that she would never leave him again. She had treated him badly, betrayed him. She had kept secrets from him it had pained her to do so but she knew she had to, to protect him.
