Beautiful
A/N: part of my series
I must admit, I don't remember seeing him sleep very often. I suppose the only time would be when he'd had one of his attacks and passed out, but does that really count? As we lie here now I can't help but stare. Thank heavens he's asleep. Erik hates to be stared at. I don't blame him, certainly. Too many people staring, jeering, tormenting…. How could he stand anyone? Much less me… I'm such a fool and yet he took me back. He loves me. Why? What have I ever done to deserve this love? This utter devotion that surpasses all reasoning!
Erik shifts in his sleep and I feel my breath catch in my throat. Did he take the left side of the bed so that he might be able to face me without showing the right side of his face? Was that purposeful? My poor love… Does he not realize that his face does not matter any longer to me. He helped me grow past that. Past my own flaws in character. His inner beauty washes away any thought of his face and I no longer see it.
He's moaning in his sleep now, plagued by some unseen enemy that torments his slumber. He lets out a small cry and I find myself holding him close, arms wrapped around his shaking form. I've never been able to do this before… Who would have thought that it would bring such fulfillment to a soul? To hold her husband – I hardly believe that I may call him that! I treasure the small word! – in her arms and chase away the nightmares that ruin his slumber.
He shivers, moving closer to me and I find my voice singing very softly, certainly not loud enough to wake him, but they soothe him in his sleep and a smile crosses his face as he nestles closer, whispering my name. I place a kiss on his face and settle next to him, the words of my quiet song drifting off as sleep claims me.
"Do you know you're beautiful? Do you know…"A/N: The song "Beautiful" is copywrited by Sarah Brightman, I do believe. I thought it appropriate. Please let me know. R&R