A/N: It's short, I know live with it there will be a nice long one when I get to it (maybe this weekend)
Disclaimer: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU I DON'T OWN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!
I wasn't ready all to perform that night. I did though. I don't know why, but I did.
Raoul seemed fine, up until "Past the Point of No Return" I looked up at him and
saw a look of sheer disgust.
It's Erik. He is jealous of Erik.
I almost laughed at the thought, then quickly realized it was true.
What am I to do?
You can't just leave Erik!
I know.
What if he follows you to your dressing room?
I'll kill him.
You can't do that!
Why not?
Look at your self you couldn't kill a mouse!
I looked at my arms, I really couldn't kill something, no matter how much I wanted
to.
Or how much they deserved it.
I decided to let the conversation slip from my mind as I sang with Erik. So many
feelings came flooding back, both good and bad. I was experiencing the best of
both worlds. This is the fine line between good and evil, right and wrong, left and
right. Looking back I guess that line's not so fine after all. We were able to finish
the whole opera without any troubles.
Then afterwards my perfect little fantasy was shattered into a million pieces.