she does not have the strength to hold resentment in her heart. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐. this she has chosen, and she alone; the mistress of her own actions does not see it fit to leave his side.
❝ erik, please— ❞ his name comes like a prayer by urgent tongue. erik. always erik. 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 / 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳, 𝙿𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝙼… ❝ because you have cared for me. you have taught me, you have been my companion! ❞
any frustration begotten by erik’s words wilt the instant she sees him; burning, burning, hand clasped over concave, reaching for the heart in which he is burdened by. [ 𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. ]
christine takes him in her arms all at once, all in a rush. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚍’𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑. gasping, she bears the brunt of his weight, hands at his back and cheek flush against the swell of his chest. blood rushes in her ears.
❝ i know you. i know who you are. ❞
creature , betrayed by god . hurt & cursed & haunted , a house with shattered windows & cracking floorboards ( rotted . decayed . 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 ) misery found in the shape of a man , sculpted by dubious hands ---- a certain evilness , a cruelty with sharp teeth & bloodied maw [ here you are , proof of the devil with your soul burning : white hot fire scalds your insides , and you can do nothing about it now ] YOU CANNOT SEE ALL THAT WHICH BURDENS ME ! all these sins & pains that have sat and festered in my gut , all these malicious and ugly words that sit like acid and burn holes in my organs . you see a man who claims the names of angels and saints , as if he had any right to their holiness ---- you see a phantom to some , a monster to others , a man with a broken heart & crippling conscious [ what will you be to her , erik ? at the end , which mask will she pick for you to wear ? ]
❝ i am only a mask , christine ! ❞ the cry is desperate , sorrow laced & guilt tinged ---- 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 , pleading to be saved by the divinity before him ❝ i wear so many faces . . . i am frightened ---- i am frightened because i forget who i am . i am frightened to think i am a man who could be so cruel and heartless . . . ❞
a sob : muffled by his own hand , his chest concaving into a violin’s saddened harmony ( the crowd weeping , the lone candlelight’s illumination against the stage . you see how you have always been a hollow thing , 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 ) and he allows her to hold his weight ---- if only for a moment , his own arms winding around her neck solemnly , face buried in the halo of her hair ; staining her with his tears ❝ you are the only thing that keeps the fear away , meine liebe , meine christine . ❞
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