And in reality, I was a nervous wreck.
{Christine}
Then he is hugging me and telling me I was amazing and that he was gasping for air near the end of the performance.
Because I literally took his breath away.
I cry harder and harder with every passing minute, feeling happier than I have ever felt before. At one point I mumble something about getting his fancy suit dirty but Erik says he does not care about it at all.
And I wonder if he still loves me.
I cannot stop thinking about it. Wondering. Analysing his actions.
Yet I am too scared to ask. Because it will bring… consequences.
Such a question will destroy our balanced relationship and I fear I am not ready for this.
"Are you calm now, little one?" Erik asks.
"Yes, I think I am. I should have not let this happen but… oh, what a day!" I laugh a little.
"Indeed," he smiles at me. And I want to cry some more because his smile is just so bloody beautiful.
I need to see him without his mask on.
As soon as possible.
"I will give you a couple of minutes in private, Christine. Change into something else and get rid of all this makeup. It kind of… Yes, let's say it does not look that well right now."
"Ugh, you are the worst when you want to delicately tell me there is something wrong with me."
"There is never anything wrong with you, my dear," Erik chuckles. "Now, off I go. Fifteen minutes! Then we celebrate your birthday downstairs."
Yes.
Um I have troubles not writing this story now because I think I'm more excited about this whole birthday thing than any one of you, guys? :D I think I replied to all reviews; if I didn't, you have my permission to kick that Polish arse. I swear!
Love you!
Evy
