Hello fellow readers! Let me just start this by giving my biggest and most sincere apology for the delay on this chapter. I am so sorry it has taken so long but this past moth has been crazy. I finally have one show done and out of the way but now I'm in full swing of the next and it's really been taking its toll on me. Anyway for some reason I found that this chapter was extremely hard to write and I have no idea why, but I really hope you all enjoy it!
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Okay so here is chapter 22 I hope you all enjoy it, and I promise to get the next chapter up as soon as I possibly can! Please review I love to hear what all my readers have to say! Oh and to those of you dealing with this crazy snow (Such as myself ): bleh!) Stay safe, stay warm, and hopefully Elsa will get her act together sooner or later! (Frozen pun lol)
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Chapter 22:
Together they ran, him leading the way and her trailing closely behind; the girls hand was held in the tight grip of the man before her. They didn't know where they were going and they didn't know where they were, they needed to get away and they needed to get away as soon as possible. The forest was dark and the moon was bright; the frigid breeze that blew through their midnight escape stung their faces as they ran.
The girl was frightened as she stared at the man pulling her through the fallen brush and wood of the darkened forest. Her long white gown was ripped and darkened with dirt and mud. Together with the man in white pulling her along, they looked like a pure beacon of innocence and dwindling life escaping a past that they never wanted to face again.
Snow was falling quickly coating the forest floor in a slick layer of ice. Pulling the girl harshly with all means of escape, he hardly noticed she had slipped and fallen at his feet. Turning quickly he stared down at the frightened child who gazed at him with horror filled eyes. Those eyes; their blue green depths seemed to mix perfectly with one another making a mosaic of mixed shades. Her golden locks shimmered in the moon light, and her long gown blended into the fallen snow.
Her gaze on the man never faltered as her eyes fixed on the stark white porcelain hiding the right side of his face from anyone's sight. She fixed her gaze upon his eyes; so familiar yet so unknown. Their golden, yellow shimmer shown into his tainted past.
"Come on," he yelled as he pulled her to her feet, "Come on," he bellowed again. His voice was so dark and rich with such a beautiful sound; she knew that voice, she knew it so well.
Sprinting quickly behind rotted trees and threw drifts of snow they ran with no stop or falter to their constant speed. He could feel the cool frigidness of the girl's soft hand within his chilled grasp, and let out a soft gasp realizing that it might be the last time he would ever feel the girl's skin against his own. He cursed himself inwardly realizing all of the harm he had put upon this poor soul; he wanted nothing more than for her to be free and safe, but because of him she was in more danger than he could ever imagine.
Panting profusely as silent tears slid down her eyes the girl kept her steadfast gaze upon the man constantly. Suddenly something caught her from behind. Before she could scream or give any sign of danger a strong hand was forced tight over her mouth, and her grasp was pulled from the mans. Kicking and writhing in her capturer's grasp she watched in horror as two men pinned down her mysterious savior upon the snow covered ground. She screamed behind the heavy hand covering her mouth as tears began to seep from her eyes.
With his body flush against the cold forest ground the man stared at the girl helplessly, screaming for her as the person behind her dragged her squirming body deeper into the forest and completely out of sight.
"Let go of me!" he shouted over and over. He could feel his hands being bound together behind his back and grimaced in pain as the tight rope being tied around his wrists bit into his flesh.
"Sit him up." a dark voice commanded. He knew that voice, he was sure of it. Before he could put anymore thought into anything he was pulled up and shoved onto his knees. Finally he saw who the voice belonged to; piercing blue eyes and a heinous smile shown down at him with hatred and loathing like no other.
"You," he hissed with disgust. "What have you done with her?"
The blue eyed man paced around him menacingly like a lion around its prey. "The girl is fine, do not worry about her. She is being taken care of as we speak."
"What?" he bellowed in fright. "I swear if you lay one finger upon that girl I will…"
"What? You will do what?" the blue eyed man asked. He didn't answer. "I am waiting Monster." No answer again. "I thought so." The blue eyed man turned around to face the two brawly men who helped with the capture. "You know what to do with him." With that the two men picked him off his knees and began dragging him away.
"What, are you doing with me? Let go of me, stop!" He yelled. Staring back at the man with the blue eyes he yelled once more. "I will kill you do you hear me, you are a dead man, a dead man!" and within a few seconds he was out of sight.
She was thrown against the snow covered ground; her wrists tightly bound behind her back and a tight cloth covering her mouth. She gave a muffled cry as he body came in contact with the bitter snow. Staring up at the man before her tears streamed down her eyes as he spoke to her.
"Do not move." He bellowed in his deep husky voice. Things were silent; almost too silent. Looking around with her frightened gaze, the girl realized they were in a small clearing within the forest, most likely miles away from any human or any source of rescue. Suddenly breaking through the forest on the opposite side was him. He was there being dragged by two unknown men. His body was completely limp and he looked almost lifeless. Squinting her eyes to see the girl saw that his shirt was ripped in numerous places and his face looked slightly bruised. She let out a stifled scream of terror and began to attempt to stand. The man behind her quickly had her on her feet and in his tight grasp holding her still as she struggled to break free.
"Trying to get to the monster, are you now?" a voice asked. She knew that voice, oh how she knew it. Averting her frightened stare to the man a short distance away from her, she froze as bright blue eyes pierced her in their wake. She began to struggle even more as he began to approach her. "Oh come now, do not be frightened my dear." He was before her now. His voice seemed to change as he spoke it became softer and slightly compassionate. "I have missed you, love." He said as his frigid fingers came to caress her cheek.
Screaming behind the barrier blocking her mouth, a new fall of fresh tears coursed down her cheeks as she retracted away from his touch.
"Oh I see how it is, monsters are the only thing allowed to touch you." He said calmly. "Well darling," his gaze became wicked as he gazed at the girls weak savior with hatred. "Once that beast is gone, you will learn to accept the touch of a true man."
Her breath caught in her throat. Gone, what did he mean by gone.
"It looks as if you have something to say," he said tauntingly. "Free her mouth." He commanded to the man holding her. Harshly removing the restraint from her mouth, the girl stared at the blue eyed man with fear. "Well, what do you have to say?"
"Gone?" she managed to question in a hushed tone.
"Yes, gone, gone as in dead."
Her heart dropped. "No." she gasped.
"Yes." He replied with satisfaction.
"No," her tears began again. "You cannot kill him please don't kill him." Somehow she managed to break loose of her captures grip, but she fell right into the blue eyed man who held her in his tight grasp bringing her upon the ground facing the man the girl wanted to peruse.
"Oh but I must," he spoke quietly against her ear. "With him gone you are all mine, and there is nothing in the world I want more than you my dear, you will be mine."
"You monster!" She yelled as she writhed in his grip.
"Oh, seeing you angry like this makes me want you even more," he retorted with a wicked grin.
"Let go of her." spoke a weak voice. It was him, her savior. The man with the blue eyes slowly stood with the girl in his arms as he stared at the 'monster'
"What was that?" he responded angrily.
"I said, let go of her." He sounded so weak and looked completely helpless as he struggled to stay upon his feet.
"Why should I?" the blue eyed man questioned.
"B-because she doesn't love you." He rasped.
"She doesn't?" he asked teasingly "You don't?" he asked to the girl who shook her head 'no' in response. "Oh, well then by all means go to the one you love. Go to him." He released his grip from the girl. She could sense his air of ridicule but ignored it. He was allowing her to go to him and nothing would stop her from pursuing the one she truly wanted.
She began to sprint, tears coursing from her brightened eyes. Seeing her advance towards him, he gathered up all possible energy and began to slowly run towards her on uneasy legs.
There was only a short distance, only a few more steps, they were so close when suddenly a loud noise sounded threw the air. A gun shot. She stopped in her tracks. Where was the pain, she felt no pain at all, a gun was just fired in her direction and she was feeling no pain. Staring at the man before her, her world began to crash around her as she watched him fall to his knees. His face was a stark white and his once pure white shirt turned a dark crimson red. A thick, menacing laugh was heard behind her, she turned she found it came from the blue eyed man. In his hands he held a small pistol.
The blue eyed man gave her a malevolent smile. "I told you, you would be mine."
She began to scream as her attention turned back to the man gasping at her feet. "No!" she bellowed "NO!" and just like that everything around them turned black.
Instantly they both woke with terror filled screams, as visions from their prior dream burned into their memory. He couldn't comprehend it; he simply couldn't understand his dream. Sitting up in his bed Erik placed his head in his hands as he tried to calm himself. His breathing was rapid, he was shaking all over and his brow was drenched with sweat. Tonight was the first night in a long time he had slept in his own bed; he felt that a good night's sleep was needed and believed May would be fine on her own. Throwing the sheets to the side Erik stood and began to pace around his room in attempt of calming himself. He couldn't do it, he could not calm himself; his emotions began to take over and he collapsed to the ground and began to cry.
Sitting up in her lavish bed May was panting profusely and shaking uncontrollably. The dream had terrified her horribly and looking around the big room she resided in she felt utterly alone. Flinging her legs over the side of the bed, she stood on shaking legs and walked to the vanity that sat adjacent to the bed. Sitting herself upon the stool she stared in the mirror at her reflection. What could that have possibly meant? She thought to herself. Her rapid breathing was not subsiding and as she stood to retreat back to her bed she as well collapsed to the floor in a heap of sobs.
She needed to find Erik, she needed to be with him wrapped in his warm caring embrace, she needed him. Standing quickly May flew out of her room with her stuffed dog in hand in a flash and quickly ran through the lair. She didn't know where he was. He was not in the study, not in the kitchen, not at the piano or organ, and not in his chair. She began to panic. Looking around for any sort of sign of him, her eyes caught on a strange door. She had never taken notice to it before and had never been inside of it. Giving a cry of helplessness she ran to the door and pushed it open forcefully.
With a surprised gasp Erik flew to his feet and stared at the frightened child in his doorway. "May what are you," he stopped noticing the tears streaming from her eyes. "May, your crying."
Stepping into the dark room with a frightened trepidation, May glanced at Erik and noticed tears streaming from his eyes as well. "You are too." She replied.
They simply stared at each other, neither of them knowing what to do or say. They were both trying as hard as possible to cease their tears, but they would not stop. As she watched a crystalline tear slide down Erik's flawless cheek, May slowly walked to him and softly brushed it away staring at him with wonder.
Erik accepted May's gentle touch and watched her as her eyes searched his own.
"Bad dream?" Erik questioned softly. May nodded. Suddenly May slowly wrapped her arms around Erik as he held onto her lightly. She loved the feeling of his strong arms around her and instantly felt safe against his chest. They staid like that for a while as they both attempted to extinguish the memories of their horrid dream. Still holding onto Erik, May brought her eyes up and scanned the room with which they were in.
It was a rather dark room with deep colored walls. A largely extravagant canopy bed decorated the room with its maroon colored sheets and black curtains surrounding it, and a large dresser with numerous drawers was pushed against one wall. Glancing at the night stand that sat beside the bed May could make out a few different pages of scattered sheet music amidst the array of candles and a few haphazard books. She came to the assumption that this was Erik's room.
Pulling away from their embrace May glanced at Erik. "Is this your room?" she questioned.
"Yes." He stated. "I apologize for never showing it to you." May shook her head softly with a small hint of a grin upon her lips. Erik glanced over May as she did. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose braid that hung over her shoulder; she was dressed in a simple light blue nightgown with white laced sleeves. Erik laughed under his breath at the small stuffed dog she held in her hand; the object was so childish yet so precious for her to have. Over the past couple of days she was slowly but surely regaining her health; she was finally able to walk on her own, she was slowly gaining more energy, and her appetite had once again returned. The only thing that hasn't changed was her fever. For some reason her damned fever would not go away, and it was concerning Erik; he was positive though that in a short amount of days the girl would be her normal healthy self again.
"Did you have a bad dream as well?" May suddenly asked so innocently.
"Yes, I did." Erik replied solemnly.
"That is odd." May stated.
"What is?"
"This is the second time now we have both had a bad dream on the same night." Erik hadn't thought about it that way, and the sudden realization of that fact made him scared.
"Yes, that's true." He replied. They both went silent for a moment just thinking about the odd possibility of having the same nightmare. Erik thought back to the first night they had their nightmares and remembered how they had found each other on the roof. He recalled how they spent their time gazing at the stars trying to push the memories away. "I would say I could take you to the roof to look at the stars, and forget about your dream but I fear it is too cold, and I do not want to put your health at risk again."
May laughed slightly. "Yes, I guess you are right."
Erik watched her for a moment. "Would you like me to spend the evening in your room?" he thought that staying close would ease both May's and his own fears. May thought over his offer for a moment.
"Would it be alright if I stayed in here for a short time," she paused looking at him with her big mosaic eyes. "With you?"
Something inside of Erik snapped and he could feel his heart jump at her childish request. From the way she questioned so sweetly and so innocently, he simply could not resist.
"I suppose that is fine." He responded with a minor sigh. May grinned brightly at him. Turning swiftly on her toes she slowly walked to the side of Erik's lavish bed while glancing around his large room taking everything in. Gazing down at his bed she couldn't help but expose a small grin remembering the secret he had once told her. She recollected on the image of him holding her dorm room door open spilling his secrets to her nonchalantly then quickly adding Oh yes, and I sleep with my socks on. Now goodnight Miss. Daily, I shall see you in the morning. It was such a trivial fact but May was ever so delighted to know about it.
Turning to watch Erik as he shut the door, May glanced over him silently. She found herself becoming rather fond of the way he was dressed in that moment; his normal pristine and impeccable attire was switched with a dark pair of night pants and a white short sleeved shirt that showed the build of his torso. His hair was slightly disheveled from sleep and his mask was still on shining through the darkness of the room, and to her delighted surprise he was indeed wearing his socks. May sat down upon his bed just watching him. The way he was dressed made him look so innocent and humanness, it was almost as if his entire façade of the Opera Ghost had completely wasted away and now all that was left was this normal man.
As he turned to retreat back to May, Erik was shocked to see that she was indeed sitting in his bed, gazing around so harmlessly, with her raggedy stuffed animal perched on her lap. He didn't know what to do, whether he should stand where he currently was for the remainder of their time, or go and join May upon his bed. He knew that sharing a bed with a women wasn't social expectable, but yet he wasn't actually sharing a bed with her. What harm could possibly be done by this? He thought. All that it was was the two of them just politely sitting upon his bed talking for maybe only a short time. There was nothing more than that; still deep down something about this situation didn't feel right to Erik.
Pushing aside all of his trepidations Erik decided to join May. He walked around the opposite side of the bed and sat upon it leaning against one of the arms of the canopy acting as calmly as possible. May glanced at him contently, with a small grin painted upon her lips.
"Your room is lovely." May spoke.
"Why thank you." He paused. An unwanted silence swept through the room making Erik feel rather uncomfortable. He didn't know what to do; he simply just sat and stared at May as she looked around some more. His hands were fiddling with the curtains of the canopy bed as his eyes caught on the small stuffed dog sitting upon her lap. He decided to make it their next topic of conversation.
Reaching forward Erik snatched the dog off of May's lap. "So, what are you still doing with this ridiculous thing?" he joked.
May gave a sarcastic scoff snatching the dog away.
"It is not ridiculous, it was a gift." she paused petting the dogs soft ears. "… From my parents."
Erik was taken aback by her words; he completely forgot that her parents had given it to her. "May, I'm sorry." He stated sympathetically.
"Don't be," she said, while she scooted forward closer to him. "It is quite silly of me to still have this."
"No it's not." Erik remarked.
"It is." She sated. "I am 15 years old and still sleep with a stuffed animal. It sounds simply pathetic."
Erik smirked at her. "I don't think so." May looked at him questioningly. "I think it is rather sweet."
"Sweet?" she questioned. Never in all of her day's had she ever imagined she would hear the opera ghost calling one of her childish antics 'sweet'.
"Yes, it's almost as if you are still holding onto a part of your parents, and I find that very sweet." May smiled at him, and then suddenly her emotion changed. Erik watched as an expression of sadness painted May's face. She glanced down at her hands that were fumbling with the bottom hem of her dress. Erik knew exactly what was wrong.
Leaning slightly forward Erik gazed at May intently before speaking softly. "Do you miss them?" he questioned.
May's attention still stayed upon her dress. "More and more every day."
Erik could see a thin tear course its way down May's reddened cheek; he wanted so badly to reach out and stop its flow but he held himself back from doing so. "Tell me about them." He pushed. Erik knew that talking about her parents would make May feel better and in that moment he wanted nothing more than for her to feel okay.
May laughed slightly trying to hold back her tears. "You know Erik I find that's it is becoming harder for me to remember them, I'm not sure what to tell you."
He leaned in closer. "Then make something up." He spoke hopefully.
May glanced at him with a content look. With a loud sigh she leaned back against the pillows upon the bed and shut her eyes momentarily. Erik moved closer to her admiring the way her light nightgown shown through the mixed array of dark sheets upon his bed, and the sight of how small and meek she looked before him.
"They were wonderful people, absolutely brilliant; I loved them both dearly." She spoke so truthfully, Erik adored listening to her. "My mother was absolutely beautiful with such a kind soul. She always knew how to make things better in any situation. I remember how she would sing to me while I fell asleep at night, and comfort me whenever I was down. She was just absolutely amazing." She paused for a moment as she smiled. "My father was an extraordinary man. He was so knowledgeable and funny; he had this amazing sense of humor that could make anyone laugh. And he was quite the story teller. I would spend hours a day just sitting upon his lap as he told me stories. His stories were spectacular; each one was different and unique but yet so intricate and detailed." She stopped. "I miss his stories." "They were both exquisite opera singers, their talent was like no other. I used to love listening to them rehearse or coming to their concerts. They just had this beautiful passion about their music, they loved it uncontrollably."
May hesitated for a moment. She sat up pulling her knees into her chest. "They also had this amazing bond between them." Erik moved closer once more. "Their love for each other was like nothing I have ever witnessed before. They just adored one another and had this beautiful passion between them. The amount of adoration and affection between them was spectacular. I truly hope that one day I will be able to find love like that."
"Oh May," Erik spoke sympathetically. He moved besides her wrapping a caring arm around her shoulder hugging her to him. They sat like that in silence for a short time. Suddenly Erik spoke up. "I knew of them, you know?"
"Really?" May asked with a sudden burst of excitement.
"Yes, I was very familiar with their work. I would never miss a performance of theirs when they came to the Opera House."
"I did not know that." May responded.
Erik was glad to see that he had brought her spirit up a little. "Each time they performed here, I would take my seat up in my box and just pathetically gawk over how amazing they were." May gave a slight giggle. "Their music would inspire me amazingly; every time I would compose I would always have their voices in mind."
May glanced up at him smiling happily. Just knowing that Erik knew of her parents made her feel great. She loved hearing everything he had to say about them.
Erik delighted in the smile May had given him, and as she looked away a thought donned on him. A few moments of hesitation went by before Erik spoke. "What happened to them?" he asked quietly. He honestly had no idea how they happened to die, and he wanted terribly to know. As he watched May's expression change he suddenly began to regret his words. "I-I'm sorry, you don't have to answer…" he was cut off
"I actually do not know what exactly happened." She stated solemnly.
"You don't know the actual cause of your parent's death?" Erik asked shocked.
"No, honestly I do not." Erik moved in front of May to watch her as she spoke. "You see, I was very young and well they were singing somewhere outside of Paris. I was not allowed to come with them so I was at home being watched over by the few maids who helped out around our house. When we finally got word of their death, nobody that it was appropriate to tell me what fully happened. All I know is that something tragic occurred on their way home, and they both died instantly."
They both went silent for a moment. Erik felt truly horrible that May didn't know the full story of her parent's. "May, I had no idea." He paused for a moment. "Do you know where they are buried?"
"No. I wasn't allowed to attend the funeral, and since then no one has told me where they are buried."
"That's horrible." Erik sighed.
She nodded in response. "You see when I was younger I used to believe that the reason why I didn't know where they were buried is because they were still alive." "I want so badly to still believe that, but I know it is not true." She then fell back against the pillows once more staring up at the ceiling as Erik stared down at her.
His heart broke for this girl; never before had he realized how truly tragic her childhood was. Just by looking at her nobody would ever guess that such a strong independent women like her would have such a sad past. Erik wanted nothing more than to comfort May and tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew that she had heard too much of that in her life so far.
"You know Erik, when I spent that evening with Jack and his family, Jack's father said something that really made me think." Erik leaned in closer to the girl as she stared at the ceiling. "He asked if I was an orphan, and my response was… yes." Erik could feel his heart break even more. "I'm an orphan… God it's such a hideous word, but yes… I am truly an orphan." Tears began to prick at May's eyes and as the first few slid down her cheeks Erik suddenly moved beside May lying next to her on his front, propped up by his elbows. As she shut her eyes tightly twisting the sheets beneath her in her hand, Erik softly brushed a few tears off of her perfectly pink cheek. He could feel a quick shutter rack through her but gave no concern to it.
As he watched more tears flow, Erik thought of something; something that would surely cheer her up, something personal that he was willing to confront, something trivial that added one more thing to the list of ways the two of them were so unusually similar. Leaning in close to her ear, he whispered. "Do you want to know something?" May kept her eyes shut but gave the slightest of a nod. Erik leaned in close again. "I'm an orphan too."
May hesitantly opened her eyes and gazed at Erik as he observed her intently. "Y-you are?" she questioned.
Erik nodded briefly. "I am." It was his turn now to tell his story, and as he turned on his back and gazed up at the ceiling he felt this strange sense of bliss sweep over him. He finally had someone to share his story with, someone who would actually listen. But before Erik began he realized something; his childhood was one full of constant horrors and a horrific beginning. His parents were both horrible people who wanted him dead before he could even walk. He couldn't confide to May all of the tortures he had faced; he needed to make something up, something that would serve as a disguise to the real horrors of his earlier life.
"Growing up I never had the ideal childhood every kid had, and you can obviously see why." He motioned to his mask. May rolled over onto her side and examined Erik as he spoke. "I never actually knew my father. He left a few days after I was born leaving just me and my mother to fend for ourselves… I hated him for that; even though I remember nothing of the man I had such a strong hate for him leaving us alone like we were worthless." He hesitated, shutting his eyes. "My mother wasn't the typical mother; she was a very cold lady who didn't take much interest to me at all. She was very much so caught up in a materialistic world that she simply had no time to deal with her struggling son." So far he was speaking the truth, just simply leaving out a few details. "When I was very young she was struck ill and bedridden for a long time. Doctors always came and went instructing me to do this or do that for her but I was so young I didn't understand…. When she died I was eight years old, just like you. I didn't know what to do or where to go; I had no family, I had no money, I couldn't bear to live alone in such a big empty house, I needed to get away. Finally one day I chose to pack my things, and I ran away."
Erik could see May's curious expression and continued on. "For about a year I traveled all throughout France by myself, just taking in every sight I could possibly come along. I will admit that it was a rather frightening year, but eventually… "He stopped, recollecting on his days with the gypsies. "eventually, I found 'shelter' with a group of traveling gypsies."
"Is that how you ended up in Persia?" May suddenly asked quietly.
Persia, Erik restated in his mind. It was just another destination in his everlasting life of hell. "Y-yes that's how I ended up there." He went no further into his story, not wanting to go into any detail about the gypsies or his time in Persia.
Looking over at the girl, Erik found May staring back up at him with saddened yet wonder filled eyes. "I'm glad you told me that, Erik."
He rolled over on his side completely facing May. There was only a short distance between them now. "I'm glad as well." Erik gazed into May's deep blue green eyes; searching them he felt something so familiar about their odd color, something so dangerous and haunting, reminding him of his dream.
Unexpectedly May turned onto her back once more with a loud tiresome yawn. Erik sat up with his arms resting upon his pulled up knees. "It is late, you should get some sleep." He said quietly.
She didn't care how late it was, she didn't want sleep; all she wanted was to be with Erik. Knowing more about him now made her feel so strangely connected to him. They were both alone in the world, so alone with absolutely no one but each other. She felt safe when he was around, and she felt loved whenever she heard his voice. She didn't want to leave him even if it was only for a few hours.
Sitting up a little she stared back at Erik with pleading eyes. "Sing for me?" she asked.
Erik was confused by her question. "May, it's late and you…"
"Please Erik? I don't want to go back to bed just yet, and I want nothing more than to just hear you sing."
He contemplated her question briefly, then decided to give in. "Oh alright." May smiled at him brightly and watched as he moved back once more against the pillow's sitting up slightly.
Being daring May decided to move close to Erik and rest her head upon his shoulder. Confused by her action Erik glanced down at the girl for a short moment, and then gave up all trepidations wrapping her in his arms and pulling her to him. He loved to have her so close; he adored her natural flowery scent, and loved the warm feeling of her in his arms.
Erik glanced down at her once more and smiled. May looked up at him with a grin. "What?"
"Nothing," he insisted. But there was something; he just wanted to see her smile. And she did.
A few moments of silence passed. "I guess I should sing now." Erik joked. May simply laughed, and he began. His voice was like no other; so soothing yet so haunting, May adored listening to him. His song was absolutely flawless and never once did he miss a note; May found his voice to be so beautiful that she allowed a few random tears to fall from her hazy eyes. As one song would end another one would begin; Erik never wanted to stop singing for May.
As his song's continued May was pulled farther and farther into the spell of his beautiful voice and as minutes ticked by she eventually let her heavy eyes close and allowed the pleasure of slumber to consume her.
Erik continued to sing, he sang through the tears that seeped through the shoulder of his shirt, he sang through the slumber of the girl in his arms, and he sang until sleep finally took over him.
Well that was exciting! I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter; believe it or not it was extremely hard to write so I hope you all like it. Please review I love to hear what my readers have to say! Thanks so much!(:
P.S. so I have been thinking of random songs that would tie into each chapter and as I wrote this one I kept on thinking of the song Sleeping form the beautiful musical Once. I think it ties in kind of nicely with parts of this chapter so that made me happy!
Please review, Thanks so much and enjoy the snow!(: