When we arrived at the Opera, I stepped out of the carriage and
turned to the driver.
"There's no need for you to wait for me. I might be a while. I'll get another carriage for the ride home," I told him.
"I understand Madame," he replied.
"Oh, if my husband should happen to ask where I am, please tell him I went to see my friend Meg at the Opera," I said.
"Yes Ma'am," he said bowing. I smiled at him then ran up the steps leading to the front doors of the Opera House.
When I got inside, I smiled again. It felt wonderful to be back. I looked around happily at the marble staircases and the beautiful tapestries. I walked down a hall to my old dressing room. The door was open so I looked inside. It was empty. The only furniture of any kind in the room was the ornate mirror that covered one portion of a wall. I walked over to it and ran my fingers across the glass.
Fifteen years ago, Erik had taken me through this mirror. At the time I had been frightened. Now I wanted nothing more than for Erik to come to me again. I pushed on the mirror hoping it would give. It didn't and I didn't know how to open it.
"Erik!" I called. "Erik please come to me!" When nothing happened, I left the room and made my way down to the labyrinth Erik had called home. I came out of a passageway and found I had unwittingly come to the underground lake. I walked along the edge calling for my Angel.
"Erik, I miss you! Please come to me! I love you!"
I looked around for any sign of him. The boat I had ridden in many times was nowhere to be seen. I walked somberly back towards the passage I had come out of. As I walked, I saw a quick movement out of the corner of my eye.
"Erik?!" I yelled as I turned around excitedly. I heard and saw nothing. I convinced my self that I had been imagining things. Erik was dead. I knew it, but I didn't want to believe it. In my heart I always hoped that I was wrong; that I made a mistake and only thought he died. I always hoped.
"There's no need for you to wait for me. I might be a while. I'll get another carriage for the ride home," I told him.
"I understand Madame," he replied.
"Oh, if my husband should happen to ask where I am, please tell him I went to see my friend Meg at the Opera," I said.
"Yes Ma'am," he said bowing. I smiled at him then ran up the steps leading to the front doors of the Opera House.
When I got inside, I smiled again. It felt wonderful to be back. I looked around happily at the marble staircases and the beautiful tapestries. I walked down a hall to my old dressing room. The door was open so I looked inside. It was empty. The only furniture of any kind in the room was the ornate mirror that covered one portion of a wall. I walked over to it and ran my fingers across the glass.
Fifteen years ago, Erik had taken me through this mirror. At the time I had been frightened. Now I wanted nothing more than for Erik to come to me again. I pushed on the mirror hoping it would give. It didn't and I didn't know how to open it.
"Erik!" I called. "Erik please come to me!" When nothing happened, I left the room and made my way down to the labyrinth Erik had called home. I came out of a passageway and found I had unwittingly come to the underground lake. I walked along the edge calling for my Angel.
"Erik, I miss you! Please come to me! I love you!"
I looked around for any sign of him. The boat I had ridden in many times was nowhere to be seen. I walked somberly back towards the passage I had come out of. As I walked, I saw a quick movement out of the corner of my eye.
"Erik?!" I yelled as I turned around excitedly. I heard and saw nothing. I convinced my self that I had been imagining things. Erik was dead. I knew it, but I didn't want to believe it. In my heart I always hoped that I was wrong; that I made a mistake and only thought he died. I always hoped.