I'm on a roll man. Woohoo! And with the weekend coming up, there's gonna be a lot of stuff being written here. Yayness! Huzzah for special Amile cuteness! But, unfortunately, I have to follow the original story, and you all know how that goes. Yeah, so Amile isn't going to be much of a daddy's girl anymore. And for all the people who like the funny Amile, this chapter won't be too great for you. It's kind of depressing. ::sniff::
Chapter 8: Do You Love Me?
Months had passed since the Christine episode. As she promised, Amile went to see Audron everyday, sometimes bringing him some food. He was her only true friend now. He loved her like only a pigeon would. But that didn't matter to her. At least he was there for her. Unlike some certain people. She watched as her father slowly became more and more attached to Christine. Sometimes he would be gone all day. He never told her about an opera now, so she had to find out for herself. When he had to go somewhere, he wouldn't even say good-bye to her. Now she was twelve, and clearly showe the fact she did not have the mind of a twelve-year-old. She acted more like a teenager. And now with the lack of attention or anything else that she had held so dearly, she was becoming depressed.
It was now useless to talk to Meg. She wasn't really a friend anymore. She only talked to Christine and that was it. It seemed as though Meg and Amile had never met. Now she believed that no one saw her anymore, no one knew who she was. Except a pigeon. That was it. A bird that lived in the rafters. But she was thankful that he at least acknowledged her.
Amile listened as her father was composing something. The sound drifted through her like a wave. It burned and yet it soothed her. Two totally different emotions mixing. It made her heart beat faster. He stopped after awhile and walked passed her. She heard him put his cape on, then his mask. He was going to Christine again. Trying to find some way to communicate with him, she spoke softly. "Daddy?" she asked softly. He stopped in his tracks. They hadn't spoken in awhile. And now she spoke to him. "Yes?" he said, turning around slowly to face her. Her eyes drifted to the side. It was a habit. She could feel someone look at her so she would 'look' away. "Am, well, am I ever going to see again?" He looked down.
"I honestly don't know. I thought it would have been healed by now, but it's not."
She nodded and he turned to leave again. Then she knew what to ask. "Daddy?" she asked again. Almost in anger, he turned around again. "Yessss?" he hissed. She finally 'looked' up at him.
"Do you love me?" she asked softly.
He felt a cold feeling in the area of his heart. She said it so sadly. And he saw why. He had neglected her for so long now. Not speaking to her, not doing anything with her. It was a wonder that she didn't just run away. He walked over to her and sat down on her bed with her. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closely to him. Tears came to his eyes all of a sudden. "Yes Amile, I love you very much." She wrapped her arms around him. "I love you too daddy." she whispered into his shirt.
So Christine was left alone that night, for once. Erik fell asleep with his daughter in his arms. She had fallen asleep smiling. That was how it was supposed to be. He woke up before her and looked down at her sleeping figure. How could he leave her like this? It seemed so wrong to him. He pulled his cape off and his mask followed. He stroked her hair gently, calming himself. "I love you my darling. And I always will, I promise."
