j752572 : ...O.O well... thats an intersting idea...
Jamy: thank you, and I have actully... SO that worked out well. It was funny when you wrote in german... I just wish i could understand it...
Luisadeza: Yeah, my friends are helping, so is my dad actully... Glad Erik is coming out belevable... And isn't the Dairy of an Erik great? ah...to be able to write humor...I wonder what that must be like...
whatevergirl: i love it when people are talkign to themselves, its so much fun! I do it all the time...
lotr; hm... the verson we're doing? I didn't even think about that... yuo are going to kill me when we do it... i am so evil to Erik aren't i?
inkie pinkie: the song is from the sarah brightman cd Eden I believe it's called...
Thank you to everyone who asked me how i was doing and stuff, it made me feel so much better XD
Chapter Five
(erik)
And we were abck to punjabing paper. What a sorry mess my life had become... All becuase of that damn vicomte actully... It was all his fault! Hishishishishis! It was not in any way my fault.
Exaept that it was I who wanted t hold him like I knew he wanted to hold me and to never let go, no matter what happened. What the hell was I doing? Why did I run away from him? Because of that damn man, years ago. Of what he almost did and the fear that still lingers.
It wasn't the boy's fault at all, my fleeing. It was a man dead long years. I couldn't go back, I couldn't. Why not?
Becuase if I go back that means I can never leave again. And I do not want to be hurt again like that. I don't want to deal with the pain.
Does the reward not outweigh the pain?
I don't know, because I have never had to make that choice. In the past, at least, it was otherwise. For no reward came to me.
(raoul)
What ddi I do? What happened? I thought it had all been going so well, for the first time since I saw him, it was going well. Nothing was wrong. Then he fled. What did I do?
What did I do?
(erik)
Go back, or stay here endlessly, thinking of what might have been. And what would I do if he too bbroke me? For this would be the final straw, Christine almost did, but I am whole still. IF he...if he were to... Then I would curl up under some deep, dark rock and die. For there would no longer be reason to live. Yet, what if he did not? What if he truly loved me and would not hurt me? Could I stand that after so many years of agony and solitude?
What was I going to do?
(third)
Erik paced, angerly, confused, not knowing what he was suposed to do.
To leave or to stay? Whichever he chose, it would be an ending. One would lead to the final end, another could to a new beginning.
For the second time that night, he threw the cloak back on and stormed to the upper world. What he was going to do, he had no idea. But he was going to do something. Anything.
He reached the vicomte's house, and his odd eyes strayed to the window he'd already entered, and left. Still there was the light there. The vicomte must be as confused as he.
Scaling the wall with no dificulty, he finds the window still open, and the boy still sitting on the bed, eyes glazed, starring at the window in shock. "Did you miss me, boy?"
The eyse snapped to focus, and the boy gazed at the Phantom in shock, not believing what he was seeing. "You...you left," he gasped.
"Well, I'm back."
"This is a dream, this must be a dream."
"Do yuo want it to be nothing more?"
"NO!"
"Then it's not."
"It has to be. Why would you come back?"
"Because I'm as unsure as you are?"
"Impossible. You're the great Phantom of the Opera, the Opera Ghost, the O.G. You always know what you're doing. What you want."
"What if a boy changed that?" Erik had been comign closer with every word, and know he was standing over the boy. Gently, a hand reached out to lightly touch his face.
"This is a dream."
"No, it isn't."
"It has to be..."
"No one can say what 'has to be.'"
"It's impossible..."
"Nothing is impossible.."
Slowly the two had been inching closer, until finally they were kissing.
(raoul)
How had this happened? Why the freak as I asking any questions anyway? he was here, dream or no dream, he was here, and that's all I needed. This was all I needed, this kiss, this touch, this.
(erik)
I think I could get used to this feeling, of for once in my life being held. He was soft too. There was nothing hard about this boy. He was the light to my night, the words to my music. Raoul was everything I needed. For now, for a long time. And for once, I was not afraid. He who hurt me was pushed away and finally forgotten. All I had and needed was right here. Here, with a boy the color of sunlight and who was soft.
What did he see in me? I don't know, and I'm still not sure.
Not even years later when we've somehow still managed this life. I still hide out in my basement, but it it in a different house. The old opera house had crashed and burned,. and someday may be rebulit, but for now I live somewhere else, somewhere were sunlight and night meld and meet.
I reached the only Eden I'll ever need.
All the fear has left me nowI'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath
and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
Companion to our demons
they will dance, and we will play
With chairs, candles, and cloth
making darkness in the day
It will be easy to look in or out
upstream or down without a thought
and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
Peace in the struggle
to find peace
comfort on the way
to comfort
and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
I won't fear love
I won't fear love...
i awlays get this really weird feeling when i end a story. Wel, 2, one that no one will liek the ending and also shockt hat i just finished. I never mean to finish it, the end just creeps up on me... it happy too. Hm... must have needed soemthing happy after the last story ending i wrote, which was sad. FLUFFY ENDING! WAH-WHO! review? please? Song fumbling towards ecstay by sarah McLachlan