[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Naturally, Enid didn't really go to sleep on the haystack—although the flail of the oath was harsh, it wasn't too kitsch.Luxurious houses and poor dwellings are both a part of wandering, and the previous restrictions only prevented her from seeking interests other than survival through singing.Enid spent a peaceful night in the bedroom Eric had prepared for her.

In the days that followed, they shared a brightly lit day together.Singing voices, thoughts or souls fly as far as possible in this villa in the suburbs of Paris, sometimes meeting and sometimes colliding, giving back to the singer great peace after exhaustion.

There are few moments of such peace in Eric's life, but to Enid they seem to be the norm.At first they talked only about singing, but later they added poetry and other arts, and extended to architecture.Enid was very knowledgeable, and Eric was amazed at how much she had read.

"After all, only by reading at that time can I not make my mind stagnant and gradually dry up." Enid replied to Eric when he asked him a question.

Eric is almost obsessed with Enid's obscure past-not the life itself, of course, but Enid in it.Thinking of how the blond-haired aristocratic girl hangs her slender and weak neck, brushing a line of sonnets with her white and soft fingers, and exhaling the fragrance of roses and nightingales, he is fascinated.Naturally, those are just appearances, and what really fascinates is the soul in pain—the flash of wisdom when it encounters suffering.

He was fascinated by that scene, and then he couldn't help but look carefully at the gray-robed girl with a serene expression in front of him, as if he had gained some kind of firm strength from it, and his heart unconsciously calmed down.

"I wish I could sing about that time," he said tenderly.This kind of uneducated relationship is rare in Eric, but when he met Enid, they broke through the ground like new shoots and thrived.

"Then let's sing," and Enid said, smiling.

He didn't think of Christine so much, at least not so much, because his heart was filled with another emotion.He had absorbed that feeling so hungrily, because the light source that released it—yes, he was willing to call her so silently in his heart now—was going to leave sooner or later.

Enid is very different from Christine, a difference that is all the more stark because of who he is in the relationship.

When facing Christine, he automatically became a moth, so Christine became the flame that burned everything; and when facing Enid who met by chance, he knew that all the words of the other party were out of kindness Gentle nature, so it is like a tired traveler accepting the caress of the moonlight, silently remembering and grateful.

What Eric didn't realize was that what he got from Enid was the first normal and positive relationship after returning to the world, and he also established the same feedback mechanism, which was really unusual for him.

He just instinctively felt the preciousness of the other party-Eric really didn't want to lose this time, so he even forgot Christine for a short time.

But after they sang this sad and hopeful song together, Enid still brought up the topic that Eric avoided intentionally or unintentionally: "Eric, you don't want to go out for a walk anymore, go to the street to see see?"

Eric shuddered, secret fear pricking his heart like needles.He has been hiding in his villa for the past few days, as if he doesn't have to face those changes right away—in this world where there are only him and Enid, he seems to have lost nothing.He has a singing voice that can be heard, and a beautiful appearance, but he knows that what the other party values ​​is the former, and even his soul.

However, he must leave this shell, because this is his own decision.

But what is he afraid of now?This fear even overwhelmed the fiery love for Christine, as if everything would never go back after leaving here—it couldn’t go back itself, and the original world no longer existed.Didn't he already feel the complete loneliness and loneliness in the snowy morning when he first met Enid?

At that time, he was confident that Christine's love could save this loneliness, but now that he has a handsome face, he is unwilling to face that loneliness.This is the despicableness of human nature, but there seems to be a shadow of fate behind the despicableness.

Erik got rid of this thought for a while, he said slowly, slowly: "Okay."

Then he added an invitation very quickly: "You will go with me, won't you?"

There is a bridge between Enid and his soul, and Christine's love is sure to be better, but who can't miss what they have?Especially when he is an outcast with nothing to return to this world.

He has an unspeakable attachment to Enid, and the Phantom of the Opera has never been weak, but Eric, who returned to the world, thought he could try to build a relationship, although she would eventually go away-which made his I feel very unhappy.

"Of course." Enid replied, her blue eyes were serene and gentle, "You know why I stayed."

In order to help Eric, who also accepted the witch's deal, get out of the initial confusion and pain—suddenly, Eric's heart became gloomy, and he couldn't tell whether he wanted to get rid of that weak emotion more, or more. Hope she stays.

Two days later, on a breezy, sunny and lovely day, Eric and Enid left the villa where they had lived for five days.

Enid is still wearing a gray robe, but it has been washed very clean. Against her almost brilliant blond hair and too peaceful blue eyes, there is a kind of sanctity of a nun in the simplicity.And Eric, he couldn't help but want to wrap himself in a thick black cloak, as if this phantom armor would give him protection-but Enid stopped him, and even though he was ashamed by her eyes, It moved him again, in her eyes he would be safe, but also naked, like a baby.

Enid picked out an outfit for him, and Eric was too ashamed to face the cynicism of the mirror, but Enid said, "You're handsome, Eric."

"You are as handsome as a prince." She added, and her frank compliment gave Eric confidence.

He slowly looked at himself in the mirror: he still had an unfamiliar handsome face, but it matched his frame and temperament.And that set of exquisite workmanship, expensive materials but unassuming clothes, even if you wear it directly to a medium-sized tea party, it will not look rude.He was indeed a prince, but above all an artist.He tried to smile at himself in the mirror, it was a failed smile, and he stared nervously into his eyes, knowing that something had indeed changed.

"Let's go." Enid said to him with a smile.

"What would I do if I met Christine?" was Eric's last question before going out.

He asked her for advice almost in fear, slipping between the two ends of self-confidence and inferiority, anxiously trying to grasp this hard-won love: "Do you want to tell her the phantom's new tricks? She is a pious and pure girl, she must Will think that I have exchanged souls with the devil. And once I confess my identity, she will definitely run away because of fright. I don't want to use rough methods again, and I am eager to seek a chance to reveal my new self-"

Enid sighed slightly in her heart, and she interrupted Eric: "Then tell her that you are a composer--Composer Eric, recently arrived in Paris. You can meet him in a new capacity she."

"I'm a composer." Eric murmured, this real identity in this world seemed to give him some kind of confidence, even more than "composition" itself, "Yes, I'm a composer...Eri gram."

He pronounced his name with an unspeakable pain that sounded like reproach.Enid didn't press further, but Eric knew why: because he didn't need, he didn't need to change his name to get close to Christine.

Christine never knew his name, she only knew him as an angel in disguise, a terrifying phantom.

Eric a few hours later must be thankful he had the foresight before he went out—because when he stumbled into those honey brown eyes in the gallery, his heart ached with grief and joy, he could only look at When the brown-haired girl retreated in panic, he was able to suppress the ups and downs of his voice, and said in a tone as calm as possible:

"Hi, Miss Daye, I have heard your operas and it is a pleasure to meet you here - my name is Eric, I am a composer and I am new to Paris."