Hi. Normally I would do review replies right now, but…I HAVE NO REVIEWS! WHY IS THAT? Am I that bad of a writer? If so TELL ME and I'll stop writing. But I know people are reading this. Heck, it's on someone's favorites list. Is it that hard to click on the little button at the bottom, type 'Good fic,' or 'You suck, stop writing,' and then click send? No? Then please, I'm begging you. Leave a freaking review! (sighs) But even if you don't, I'm still gonna write, so don't tell me to stop writing, cause I won't. If you read that bit of rambling, thank you. Here's Chapter Three, it's Erik's thoughts on love.
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Love is a beautiful thing.
It can make you the happiest man alive
Makes you want to climb the highest mountain
Makes you feel like the world is in the palm of your hand
Love is one of the most dangerous things alive.
It makes you do unthinkable things.
Makes you go mad.
Love is…
Something I've never had.
Not by Christine,
Not by the servant girl
Who would rather die then sleep with me.
Not even by my own mother,
Whose only gift to her only child
Was a white mask
So she was spared the horror
Of looking upon me.
Love is something I've felt.
It made me kill,
It made me destroy the things I held most dear
I love you.
Just three words.
Three short, simple words,
No longer then four letters.
So how can these short, simple words
Cause such an impact on a human life?
I can't tell you.
Those wordshave never been spoken to me.
Never in my tortured existence have I heard them
Spoken to me by a woman.
And this monstrous face
Will ensure that I will neverexperience love.
They say that love is the only reason worth living.
So, if I am doomed to be lonely…
Why do I live?
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Okay, I don't really like how that turned out, but my brain isn't really working too well at the moment. Sorry if it's not that good, and I'm sorry it's so short. The next one will be longer. (I hope.)But there it is, Chapter Three. R&R! Please?