Lilly walked through a park in the city of Paris.
'How ironic, she thought, that I am in the city of Love, and yet I'm hated by all.'
On and on she trudged. She was barley awake and freezing. It was snowing and she had only a thin shirt and a tattered skirt and a very thin cloak. Not to mention her boots were filling with snow, due to the numerous holes in them. Her stockings were in worse shape then her boots. All in all, she was freezing. It's the dead middle of winter and she was walking out in the snow. All because she had loved a man that had said he loved her, only to cast her aside without a second thought.
"Curse him." Lilly muttered to herself " He can go to hell and stay there. I don't need him. I don't need anyone. Especially not…..a….man….." Lilly finally collapsed, her body worn out from an endless hike. The last word of her sentence hissed out of her as she went unconscious. The last thing she saw was a black figure leaning over her.
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Meanwhile, another person was walking through that same park. He too, was used to loneliness. Well, considering he was the Phantom of the Opera's Great grandson and only living heir, he was no stranger to loneliness. His face was not like his Great grandfather's, in fact he was quite hansom. His hair was jet black, like his father and his grandfather and is eyes were also black. However, he worn the same mask is grandfather wore, just to keep the tradition alive. His name: Eric, quite ironically.
Eric was restless. He had had a feeling all day that something was going to happen. Finally, he gave in to his restlessness and went for a walk. As he rounded the bend on the path, he saw a figure of a women ahead. He paid her no mind, until he saw her collapse. With out a second thought, Eric rushed toward the girl. Leaning over her, he watched as her eyes slipped shut. Placing his figures against her neck, he realized her pulse(though very slow) was sure and steady. She was still alive, but only just. Realizing he couldn't just leave the girl out in the cold to die, Eric picked her up in his arms and started back towards his lair, the same lair his Great-Grandfather had used. He would care for the girl for the time being, at least until she was strong enough to walk on her own. No doubt she knew the story and would want to leave once she figured out who he was. Eric sighed. It always ended the same. But until that day came when she would want to leave, he would enjoy her company.
'Yes,' he thought looking down at the still form in his arms 'I won't get emotionally close to the girl, but I don't she any harm in befriending her.'
With a smile, Eric ran the whole way back to his lair.