thanks for your review Savy!...what happened to the rest of my readers?
-sniff- I think I'm gunna cry...-sniff-
-erik rolls his eyes-
well, heres the next chapter, and to anser Savy's question the first POV was Christine and the second is Victoria (you know, her daughter) on with the story! this next one is short so stick with me here.
Erik's POV
It was a wonderful feeling, better then before. So much better, it wasn't out of her fear.
I was the one who ruined it. My legs were shaking, to tell truth everything was. I cursed my self and my heath, over fifteen years I wasn't much anymore. I could stand of course, move like a cat. No, It wasn't my really my heath so much as it was christine. So close to me, at last. And that boy was gone. but was she happy? I felt like she could never be. I felt a sharp pain up my leg and had to stop.why? that was over a year ago. I probably didn't feel it. I had to have imagined it. I walked, well, limped, away and fell into a chair. It must have been my stress. It was just too much for less then twenty four hours. Her daughter, those letters, all my past, and now her, kissing me, Could it even be real? It was.
she asked me if I was alright, I lied, of course, or did I? Was I alright? I was in between. Now it was my turn for questioning. I told her about her daughter and she was relieved. I was miserable. She'd just take the girl and leave. Again. As we walked to the room I had tossed the girl in Christine asked me how things were.
how could she ask that? was I simply supposed to respond, "Oh, simply wonderful, in fact, it gets worse each day!" I didn't even want to talk anymore. She asked how all her friends were, I told her I don't get up there much anymore. I'm not the Opera Ghost. I'm not anything. I haven't been since she left, And things only became worse a year ago. I followed that foolish Persian through the opera house, I knew he'd be there, just trying to get in again. Curse him. Would he never quit nagging me? I couldn't kill him, that was the worst or it, I did need him...just not every day, more like once a week, or month, year perhaps.
I just had to go above him. this tunnel hadn't been used for ages. I slipped. I never really knew why I thought it was fine to step there, I've been down here before, not often but it was my opera house.
I knew I'd lost my touch that night. what the hell was wrong with me?
Please review, they make the world go 'round. they make me write...you get it...I hope that chapter didn't torture you. It made me miserable writing it.