Chapter 21
Erik looked at Angéle for a long time. He felt he should be the one to tell her about his past. But what would Angéle do when she learned the truth?
Angéle gave Erik's arm a small squeeze and faced him saying, "You can trust me."
Erik sighed. How could he deny Angéle when she looked at him that way?
"What Daroga was referring to, my dear Angéle, was my face. Or, rather, my lack there of."
"I don't understand, Erik."
"Angéle, if you could see my face, you would. My own mother could not bear to look at me. She made me wear a mask... I still do."
"Erik, let me see you, how I see people."
"What?" Erik was frightened. He knew Angéle would hate him if she knew what he looked like.
"Well, I see things with my hands." Again Angéle reached out to touch Erik's face, and again Erik grabbed her wrists to prevent her from doing so.
"You won't like what you find."
"Erik, you said your mother couldn't even look at you. You think you are alone, but you're not! I don't have to be able to see to know my mother can not bare the sight of me. I was never able to be the perfect child she always wanted. I know that every time she looks at my face, all that she can see are my blank, sightless eyes."
Erik raised a trembling hand and took off his mask. The two unwanted children sat together with tears slipping down their cheeks.
