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sharing Erik with you if I did!
April 27, 1881
Things certainly have been hellish around home lately. I warned Erik that Christine wouldn't be able to understand. She could accept him as he was only if he was her Angel. He couldn't be a man to her. I wish he had listened to me. I wish I understood why no one can accept my brother. What's wrong with him? Just because he wears a mask and shies away from society doesn't make him a monster. Why, then, does everyone address him as such? It's not fair. It's not RIGHT! Fools. They cannot possibly fathom the depth and beauty of my brother's soul. I hate them. I hate them for hating him and they hate me for loving him and we all just hate each other. They who weave their webs of lies and deceit with snake poisoning tongues. Faugh. Serves them right to lose everything, just as they caused poor Erik to lose nearly everything. But he still has me. I still love him. I will never leave him. I was surprised when he told Christine and Raoul to take me with them and fly, but I refused. And I would refuse a thousand times over. Erik needs me. I need him. I have no one else in the world, save for my sweetheart, who's being even sweeter by writing this for me as I dictate it to him since I cannot write as well as he, nor can I jot down what I wish before another thought takes over my mind. That's another thing, Josh doesn't hate Erik either. There's someone else he can talk to, confide in, though I know it's different since Josh is much younger, but he can listen. And he can understand. I sometimes wish Erik could find someone, well...more like me. Why couldn't Christine have understood him? Why couldn't their love have worked out as well as Josh's and mine? I suppose that just goes to show that love is sort of like me. Blind.
April 27, 1881
Things certainly have been hellish around home lately. I warned Erik that Christine wouldn't be able to understand. She could accept him as he was only if he was her Angel. He couldn't be a man to her. I wish he had listened to me. I wish I understood why no one can accept my brother. What's wrong with him? Just because he wears a mask and shies away from society doesn't make him a monster. Why, then, does everyone address him as such? It's not fair. It's not RIGHT! Fools. They cannot possibly fathom the depth and beauty of my brother's soul. I hate them. I hate them for hating him and they hate me for loving him and we all just hate each other. They who weave their webs of lies and deceit with snake poisoning tongues. Faugh. Serves them right to lose everything, just as they caused poor Erik to lose nearly everything. But he still has me. I still love him. I will never leave him. I was surprised when he told Christine and Raoul to take me with them and fly, but I refused. And I would refuse a thousand times over. Erik needs me. I need him. I have no one else in the world, save for my sweetheart, who's being even sweeter by writing this for me as I dictate it to him since I cannot write as well as he, nor can I jot down what I wish before another thought takes over my mind. That's another thing, Josh doesn't hate Erik either. There's someone else he can talk to, confide in, though I know it's different since Josh is much younger, but he can listen. And he can understand. I sometimes wish Erik could find someone, well...more like me. Why couldn't Christine have understood him? Why couldn't their love have worked out as well as Josh's and mine? I suppose that just goes to show that love is sort of like me. Blind.
