Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. How sad for me.
Way to scare away the one person who accepts you, asshole! Erik berated himself angrily, kicking a pop can down the street. He hadn't meant to explode at Christine that way, it had just sort of happened. It was as if all the emotion he'd been holding inside had just whooshed out of him in one great outburst.
Yeah, great, he thought miserably. Now Christine's scared of you…fantastic…
He'd dropped her off at the Giry's. She had offered him an invitation to come in and watch movies, but he'd seen something in her eyes, a hooded expression that suggested fear and uncertainty. He'd declined and tried not to see the way she sighed, clearly relieved.
Obviously he wasn't going to go home. He could go back to the school, he supposed, but he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with the teams that tended to hang around after hours for practice and besides, Christine would be able to find him too easily there. Assuming she even wanted to, after the display he'd given her…
Can't you control yourself?
The last thing he wanted in the world was to turn into his father. He prayed every night to God that he wouldn't become the man he had to hide from every night. And he'd thought, up until very recently, that he'd be able to keep his temper in check long enough to escape unscathed.
Guess that was just as much a fantasy as everything else…
He should've known that she wouldn't be content with just seeing his veiled face forever. Mystery was good, but in small doses, he mused with some level of irritation. Why couldn't people just accept what he gave them? Why did everyone insist on getting underneath his skin?
Oh, there haven't been that many who have succeeded, his mind chided. She's the first, really.
The first and last, if he had anything to do with it. Some people were just doomed to a life of solitude and he seemed to be one of them.
Making up his mind, he decided to go back to the Giry's and tell Christine that whatever they had going had to end. It would only hurt her, he knew, and he couldn't take knowing that he could cause her pain.
Erik glanced toward the sky, frowning at the dark clouds that were swirling up there. How long had he been walking?
At least an hour, according to his watch. It was five-thirty…and starting to rain. Grimacing, Erik pulled his coat more firmly around his body and started the long trek back toward Christine's house.
A/N: Fwahahahaha! This is the shortest chapter I will ever write, not even a full page! I'm doing it just to torture you guys. –grins- I mean…because I feel like it?
Review Replies:
Totschafe- I have the feeling that this update's going to get me poked anyway, thanks to its mad shortness. And everyone likes mops!
SmileVampy- Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to get hit with a lot of things….
MadameAngel- Ooh, tanky for bringing him back. He's kind of important to the plot and stuff…
Silent Tragedy- Ah, makes sense. I'm glad I could inspire you to take some action. That makes me really happy and cupid-ish…er, I mean…
erik'sangel527- Here's an update, although I don't know that it will satisfy you…
Aki T- Heheheheheh….oh, sorry, was I doing that evil laugh thing again? I thought I managed to control myself…
Dark-Autumn- Penguins do totally rock. Nothing can beat the penguin…except perhaps the mop.
Yes, I will be updating again soon. This was just a little randomness to…throw you all off-guard? Yeah, I'm not coming up with any good excuses for this terrible little chapter. Sorry.