Evangeline's POV:
I looked into his eyes and smiled. His face was different than most men. He lacked a nose and his eyes were extremely deep set. His skin clung to his bones and left the impression that he was a living corpse. His lips were dried up and lacked any color. When I had pulled off his mask off had came his hat and I saw his hair for the first time. It was a rich black and only a few locks. He hung his head in shame. He dropped to the ground and started to sob. He held his head in his hands and rocked as he sobbed. I knelt down beside him and pulled him against my chest, laying his head over my beating heart. He placed his hands on my shoulders and held himself against my heart. I stroked his hair and sang gently,
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?
But watching you stand alone,
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
[Chorus:]
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
[Chorus:]
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
One step closer
[Chorus:]
I have died every day waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more
When I had finished he was still sobbing.
“Erik, what did I do? Is something wrong?” He shook his head slightly.
“No, no one has ever kissed me and loved me and stayed. I don't want to let you go.” He held me closer. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked him gently. Finally he pulled away. Not completely. Just enough so that he could look up at me. I smiled and held his face still with two fingers on his chin. I leaned down and kissed him again. This time he wasn't in shock and could respond. A moment later I felt his tongue grazing my lip. I opened my mouth obediently and he tentatively slipped his tongue in. I was loving every moment of it. This was a great first kiss for me. He pulled away and whispered,
“I don't know how you love me, but I am grateful that you do.” He leaned in to kiss me again when suddenly I heard a voice I knew all to well say,
“Am I interrupting something?”
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The Fifth Cellar (Phantom of the Opera)
FanfictionEvangeline is a common ballerina at the Opera Populaire. she finds her way into the torture chamber of the Phantom of the Opera. She survives by some miracle and decides that the Phantom is as good a friend as any. Set during the time of Christine.
