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Replaying Past	By : RubyNatulieLee Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own or make any sort of money off of this based story. I only own the charaters of Esme Lonsdale, Eddy and his sister Crystal, The wig maker, Nicolas and the three boys from Sandor's gang. Everything else I do not own nor belong to me. ]

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No more…

Erik sat upon the edge of his floor, his feet dangling over the rocky corners, his shoes, barely touching the water below.

No more…

His eyes stared down at the rippling waves that formed from the wet drops of the ceiling. His cloak, hanging limp around his still body. His scarf ripped from his throat. Within the water, he watched himself, staring into those blue eyes that held no shine of warmth of hope, only held distress and rage. His hands, laid limp within his lap in hopelessness, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to speak. Even the darkness could not lift his spirits. He had been crushed, broken by the same hands as his past.

No more…

His right arm moved, just the slightest movements, making his body grow numb. He could not feel the stone below him, the damp air around him. His fingers touched his mask. Remembering, damning. The one thing, that stood in his way. Slowly his thumb grazed along the edge of the cheekbone, before slowly slipping under the marble surface, wanting to see the scarred flesh that cursed me everything he held dear in his life.

“…Phantom?”

His hand stilled, his body tightening in a slow movement as his eyes glanced up within the water. Upon its glossy surface, within the dancing candlelight, she saw her. His Gypsy, this one soul that could ease his loneliness. The one who crushed his last light of hope.

No more…

He watched her face within the water, seeing the ripples of her worried face. She would have been a good actress, if those feelings were real. His hand did drop back to his lap, but his lips did not utter a sound. He could not speak, the emotions rushing through his vines stole his words. But his eyes did narrow, seeing the package she held tightly to her chest.

“Are you alright? I wanted to stop by and tell you I’m back. Its so cold in here…” He watched her slowly kneel at his side, her face looking at his mask, but not truly at it. But under it, as if his mask wasn’t even there. How he wished he could believe that whispered from her eyes, but his body refused to accept, his mind pushing out the thoughts. His eyes stayed tied to that package, she held so tightly, making him want to rip it from her grasp and throw it within the dark water below. “Why wont you talk to me?” She whispered. She

made a frown, her face craved in worry. She never seen her Phantom like this, he seemed so cold… So empty. Her mind told her to leave him alone for the night, that he needed to think to himself and surround his thoughts of reasons she wished to know.

But his face made her stay.

Slowly she leaned over, pressing her cheek into his shoulder. Feeling the cold fabric of his cloak, but feeling the hard planes of his muscle bulging from his shoulder, as if he tensed from her touch. “Are you still not feeling well?” She whispered, in hope to get a few words from him. But he remands silent. She was about to give and hope that tomorrow he would speak to her. When finally his voice whispered out, sounding, as if it were forced.

“What is that?”

She looked down at her arms, only to smile sweetly. Removing her cheek from his shoulder, she swayed the package before Eriks’ eyes, her voice cooing out childishly, “A Present for you.” His eyes widen a little before slowly looking to her. She had gotten him a present? No one has ever done a thing close to it. But he looked up at her smiling face, her arms holding out the package to him. His lips twitched but did not reach a smile, before slowly reaching up, to take the gift from her. But she only yanked it from his grasp, wiggling her forefinger at him like he were a naughty child. “ Tut, tut, tut. Not in till Christmas.” But he reached out again, having her laugh out before scooting herself away. “You have to wait Phantom! It’s a surprise!”

But he ended up following her, questions lingering in his mind. What did she get him? He didn’t want to wait. “Can I have a hint?” He watched Her think it over, rolling her eyes a little before whispering. “Alright. I’ll give you a hint.” Waving him over, she bent towards his ear. And as a hyper little child, he listened as her warm breath brushed along his flesh, she whispered,

“It’s…. A gift.”

Erik let out a little growled, causing her to laugh out before jumping away, and getting to her feet. How? How was it, she could turn his anger for her into nothing but a memory? Why couldn’t he stay mad at her, why couldn’t he yell and scream and shatter her into tears like she almost did to him. But her laughing eyes and shinning smile made his heart melt, and made his body move to stand. To play her little tricks of games.

“I demand another hint.” He hissed playfully, reaching out to grab her. But she only twirled from his grasp, almost dancing to the corner where his drawings linger. “If you say so.” She teased, placing her forefinger to her chin, she did a good show of pretending to think, her little rump sticking out a little since she was slightly bent, the package resting behind her. “Oh! I got one.” She gasped, before giving him a wink.

“It’…for you.”

“Oh you little witch. Then I have to force myself on you to get it!”

Esme voice let out in squeal of delight as Eriks echoing laughter followed behind. Like children they play. She running from His outreached hands, to grab her and drag her close. He never felt so care free, so alive before in his life. It seemed to go on forever in till Erik snatched the package from Esmes' hands. Making her yelp and struggle to get it back. “If its for me. I have a right to open it don’t I?” He teased, holding the package over her head. She reached up to his chest on her height, which made it even more amusing when she started to hop, reaching up with her hands to grasps it. “You sir, don’t play fair!” She panted, her right arm waving within the air to reach. But she only pouted before letting her arms fall to her side. “Fine.” She muttered, only to cross her arms in defeat.

“I guess you can open it.” He gave her a little smile, before un wrapping the bag, slipping out the box inside. “But you owe me a good gift when Christmas comes along.” He only gave her a wave of his hand. “Yes, yes, I know. And I shall do so, but right now. I want to see what my little dancer has gotten me.” He stared at the white box in delight, his mind wondering. What did she give him? Hopefully something he would use, or something that would mask the same beauty she held. At the moment, she could have given him sting, and he would have loved it anyway.

“I hope you like it.”

He looked over to his Gypsy, seeing her watch in hope, her fingers laced together as if in prayer. She stared with such longing, it made him smile as he slipped the top of the box open. “My dear.” He whispered, tilting the box, letting the cold object fall into his out stretched palm, his eyes locked with her own. “Whatever it is. I most certainly will love it.” She only gave him a warm smile, which made him smile in return, before with drawing the heavy object from its home and letting his eyes finally gaze upon his gift.

And his breath stopped.

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His hand slowly began to tremble. Within his hand, the rose laid. The same rose he saw Raoul give her. The same rose, she had held. The same rose… The same rose that burned his mind with his past, it teased him, cried out to him. What a fool, what a dreamer. The rose held his Frist loves voice... His face showed no signs of joy, or of rage. He could only stand there in mere shock.

She watched him, and grinned to herself. He was speechless! She clapped her hands in side of her mind. She picked the perfect gift! He was so stunned and speechless, she couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh Phantom! I knew you would like it!” Twirling around in her own circle, she reached into her cloak, digging into one of the hidden deep pockets she had found, tugging out a rolled up sheet of paper. “When I saw it, I thought about you. It matched you perfectly and it was so expensive! So I want a good gift in return. I couldn’t afford it very well and the things I had to do and sale to get enough to try and swing it, it was just shocking! But I was going to buy it tomorrow when his gentlemen offered to help me. I didn’t really take notice of him, he didn’t seem to the type to do so, so he helped me and…Oh Phantom, do you really like it? Perhaps it could go right next to your music bo-‘

‘CRACK’ … ‘SNAP’

Esmes ears burned from that sounds. Slowly she turned, letting her eyes see what she did not want to believe. Erik stood there, his eyes still staring at the rose she had given him. But his hand, which was around it, was gripping the Fragile rose tightly, causing the glass stem to crack and snap in two. He had broken her gift. She looked up at him with worry eyes before back to his hand. Red trails of blood started to lick down through his fingers, down his palm and wrist. She gasped and took one step to help him, when he suddenly opened his bloody fingers.

It was like time seemed to slow down.

She watched in horror as the two broken figures fall. The sound was booming into her ears, as the glass met the stone ground.

‘Crash’

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Her right hand was reaching out, as if she was going to fly over and catch the broken parts. But she stood there in horror. The glass rose lay before her and beside Erik. Broken, glass lingering in every direction. The sliver tip thorns cracking under Eriks shoes as he began to walk. The blooming bud of the rose lying cracked upon a nest of glittering glass. All she did, losing her hair, giving up her bells, going threw Raouls speeches, laid before her. In ruins…

Erik brushed past her with out even a glance. Her footsteps weren’t steady, as she walked towards the broken pile. Crouching down, her trembling hands picked up the braked blooming bud from its shattered nest. Staring down at it with such sorrow. With such pain. Erik could hear the sniffle come from her before she looked, only to be greeted by his back. She stared, and he could feel the warmth brushing along his spine. He didn’t want to look at her. By the sounds, he knew what he would see. A sadden little girl, with tears streaming down her eyes.

“...Phantom?”

He felt like someone had ran and punched him right in the gut. Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with pleas. As if wanting him to turn around and give her an excuse of why he broke the rose. Anything, he dropped it by mistake, it pricked him and he let go. Anything. She seemed she wanted to hear anything. But as his lips parted, wanting to give her the ease, words slipped from his mouth, that he wanted to take back.

“Worthless. A pathetic rose that shows me nothing but my own broken past. Mocking my failures, mistakes, and misfortunes. You've wasted enough of my time. Get out."
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