Hey everyphan! How you all doin'?
WATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT?
Erik stood up and brushed the dust off his coat. He then wiped his eyes.
He glanced at the lady in front of him and then quickly looked back at her.
She was the most beautiful creation he had ever seen in his life.
"Apart from Christine of course," he thought.
"Well, monsieur, why are you crying?" she whispered, more softly this time. She came closer and patted him on the back. Erik was not used to this kind of compassion, and he jumped away from her touch.
"Oh,I am very sorry if I offended you. I-I was just trying to make you feel better" said the kind woman.
Erik looked at her and was going to look away and speak again, but he found himself looking into her eyes. Her eyes were green-blue-gray, and at the moment, they showed compassion.
"Madame, I am crying because of- well, you could say, because of me and my life."Erik finally replied to the question."And I am sorry I drew away. I am not used to people showing me compassion."
THE GIRLS P.O.V
It was his voice.
It was his voice that entranced me at first. It was deep, but melodic and soft.
"O-oh w-why n-not?"I said, stammering because I was overwhelmed by this voice.
"I am a terrible person Madame. Sometimes I feel like I am more of a monster than a man What is your name?"
"Please, call me Laurette." I said, not giving him my real name. I trusted this voice, but-
You can't trust anyone when you're a 29 year old gypsy, living on the streets.
If all your family is dead and you don't have any money.
"Hmm. Well, I am-"
"Yes?"I said.
"...Gustave..." he said.
I finally got a chance to look at his eyes.. They were a bright amber, but they seemed to almost, well glow.
He also wore a mask.
This made me feel uneasy
"Where are we?," I asked.
"My home."
"Ah. Well, I suppose I better be going monsieur, thank you for bringing me her- aah!"
'Gustave' suddenly rushed up to me.
"Madame! Please, let me see- ah! Your head is bleeding. Come."
I followed him wondering what would happen next.