Atratus Rosa
The moonlight filtered through the trees of the cemetery casting an eerie light in the gravestones. Erik could hear his steps as if they were louder than the city market place at noon, not that he would know how loud that would be anyway. His breath even sounded loud in his ears, and his heartbeat, well that had stopped altogether since that moment.
It was very dark, but that didn't deter Erik, his eyesight was extraordinary from having lived in the dark for so long. He easily found his way to her grave. Just that one thought, her grave. He had never thought it could be possible. He still didn't want to believe it was really true, not until he could touch her grave, prostrate himself on it and beg to God to exchange their places.
Then, there it was, right in front of him. He stared at it remembering a time when she had knelt in front of her father's grave and he had tried to convince her that he was in fact her father. Now that seemed so wrong, yet he was glad that he had at least tried every way possible to have her in his life. At the time he never wanted to see her again when he realized she would be Raoul's. He berated himself for that now. He would happily sit in the rain every day just to catch a glimpse of her passing by.
NO NO! He would not let himself be weak, that's what had done him in before; his weakness and self absorbed anger had driven her away. He knew that now. He knew in his mind why she looked so terrible in the picture he had seen. He knew in his heart what he had done to her, he had seen it.
When he had let her leave with Raoul he really had mean the best for her. He had wanted nothing but happiness. He could truly shed a tear for her short-lived happiness. He at least hoped that it had been happiness, even if it was without him. He was not as heartless as she had accused him of that night. Her words still stayed with him even now.
It's in your soul, that the true distortion lies. Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?
She had never spoken truer words. His tears fell onto the single rose in his hand. He laid it before her, but his hand would not move from the spot where he had touched her grave. It felt so empty, there was no way that her soul was that empty when they laid her in the ground. It simply could not be. What if it was? His mind taunted what if she was empty, what if she lost her soul like you had lost yours. But I got mine back! With her he spoke into the darkness argued with the conflicting thoughts.
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In the dark my heart heard music
I longed to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could hear the music
Then at last a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry "I hear you"
"I hear you fears
Your torment and your tears"
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
The tears slipped down his face as he guessed and second guessed at what her fate really was. If he had only known what had truly become of her since…..well since the last time he had seen her.
A/N I know this chapter is really short, but the next one is better, I promise. Enter Christine Dun dun DUNNNNN!