[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

As Christine had expected, Enid's health hadn't really improved.

The cold was just an external cause, and the real cause was the curse she was carrying.Those pains were like dense needle pricks, tormenting her heart day by day, and the drive became more and more intense in the future.

"If you stay, you will die." She remembered what the witch had said.

Decline day by day, die day by day.

She never forgot.

It was her wind-cold that gradually got better, but her cough that never healed—now both Christine and Viscount Shani seem to believe in her stubborn illness, and the latter even sent many precious medicinal materials, and even wanted to Enid invited famous doctors for her, but Enid refused all of them.

Unexpectedly, it was these two people who extended a helping hand to her when she fell ill. Although they could not understand her pain, Enid was still grateful for the tenderness and kindness of the couple.As for Eric, who lives in the same room with her, they haven't spoken for a long time.From the few words of the servant's discussion, Enid knew the state of the other party.Although she was anxious and distressed, it was of no avail.

She knew that it wasn't that Eric didn't care about her. If the other party knew how sick she was, he would definitely drop "Don Juan" in his hand in shock, and come downstairs to take good care of her, even knowing the cause of her gradual decline. It was painful after him.However, what is the point of all this?

Enid knew that Eric couldn't care about the outside world in his current state. He didn't care about her, Christine, or even himself.

She didn't know whether this was good or bad, but she was quietly glad that the other party missed it because she didn't know it during the weakest period of her illness.

What cured her was the oath—

"Enough is enough." She said one night when she woke up from the severe pain in her heart, "Don't have another attack." Her face was as pale as snow, but her blue eyes still had light, "I promise you, I will Let's go. I'll go after the first scene of "The Daughter of the Sea."

"I still love him, but I'm going to give up my obsession for my pride and his stupidity. I'll be leaving Paris soon."

Although those pains still bothered her from time to time after that, most of them were just like needle pricks, not so painful that she was lying in bed as before.

And Enid was finally able to recover—after a long time after she had recovered from the occasional cold, Goldilocks appeared in front of people again.

When she left the room that was inevitably tainted with a gloomy atmosphere due to her long illness, it was the afternoon when the sun was already softening, not scorching but still very eye-catching.Her seaweed-like blond hair was scattered behind her head, and her flushed face appeared for the first time after a long illness, contradictoryly having both vitality and decay.She looked like she was seriously ill, she was very weak, her white pajamas were empty, and she was covered with a thick cloak.

And the door on the other side creaked, and Eric also walked out at this time.Seeing Enid's appearance, he froze for a moment.

In fact, Eric himself didn't look good: he was on the verge of emotional destruction for several days, his hair was disheveled, his beard was full of stubble, his clothes were spilled with wine and blood, and there were scum of dry bread.Bloody eyes, chapped lips.But at least it showed that he had made himself that way by venting his exuberant energy, but Enid didn't.

The blond girl stood there quietly, haggard and tender, as if she had died once.She hadn't seen him come out with much ardent admiration-in fact, Eric couldn't imagine it happening to Enid.She just smiled softly and quietly, as she had smiled at him countless times in the past.

Eric suddenly choked up and couldn't cry.

"Sorry!" He rushed up and hugged her tightly, "Sorry!" He sobbed.

Eric was obviously moved by her sick appearance. He deeply thought it was the reason for his refusal, and he sincerely regretted that he was too impulsive and spoke harshly that day.For a moment, he even gave up on Christine and went far away with her just because she no longer showed such a sad expression.Eric, who had woken up, naturally did not make such a decision.

But he didn't notice that Enid's smile became lighter in his arms.

"It's nothing." She said laboriously and slowly, "It's all over."

Enid didn't correct Eric's misunderstanding, even though in her mind, it was actually two very different things - Eric thought she was suffering from a serious illness due to love.And Enid knew that she was punished by the curse because of staying too long and being nostalgic for Eric: Although this is for Eric, the nature is completely different.But she didn't correct Eric's meaning.

Never mind, she thought.He could do whatever he wanted with her, and she was leaving soon.Since he will feel guilty in this way, it might as well make him feel guilty, which will also benefit their last period of getting along.

When she thought of this, her heart felt a sudden stabbing pain, as if to warn her that love was something she was not allowed to have, and she must simply and neatly leave it behind.Enid reassured the voice—the fact that she still didn't know whether the voice talking to her inside her, the overseer, was the witch itself or some kind of mystery, but she didn't care anymore.

As early as a few days ago, she noticed that her body was gradually weakening, and the frequency of coughing up blood increased greatly, but at that time she still had hope in Eric, hoping that he would listen to her persuasion before making a decision, but now she Has decided to give up.

She just fulfilled her promise and sang the premiere of "Daughter of the Sea", and she left immediately.

Enid made this decision calmly in the agony of being almost drowsy.

Unexpectedly, her heart didn't hurt this time, but a place was wet instead.

After that, the relationship between her and Eric seemed to return to the previous state, pretending that the scene of the underground palace never happened.She was still his close and trusted friend, and there had been no arguments, no unnecessary complicated emotions between them.

Enid did not emphasize again that she was about to leave, but as that day approached, Eric still became more and more anxious, which can be seen from the sharp increase in the number of his waste papers-he still wrote "Don Juan". "The Daughter of the Sea" had been finalized as early as the rehearsal at the Opera House, but Eric would still occasionally pick it up and reread it, modifying some small details at will, or making a new song with inspiration.Now, he devoted all his energies to The Triumph of Don Juan.

His attitude towards her was restrained and gentle, full of friendliness and respect, but artificial and false.Enid knows that the other party cherishes their last time together, but she can't express this friendship, and there are many misunderstandings, creating an illusion of emptiness.But she didn't give much correction except to give back with sincerity and tenderness.

They seemed to be friends again, spending hours each day sitting together talking and singing.But they certainly haven't turned back into friends, there's so much scruples in the conversation, it's just that they're both pretending.Enid grew calmer during this period, while Eric became more and more distressed.

"Enough! Enough!" he cried and howled in the middle of the night, grabbing the flaming manuscript and stuffing them all into the wastebasket, "Don't even think about it, Eric! There is no way out!"

He covered his face with his hands again, weeping, tears streaming from his palms: "I'm desperate, I have no way out!" Not reconciled..."

He didn't know what else he could do, and he didn't know what he was doing.An ugly possessive desire sprouted in his heart. Once he thought that no one would hear Enid's singing after he left, Eric had the urge to keep her no matter what.But then, out of his stubborn love for Christine, he refused to come up with any words to keep her.

When he cried, he was in pain, and when he was mad, he could bang his head against the wall.This may be part of creation, but he is more using it to vent his feelings. "Don Juan's Triumph" was a fire, burning from his feet to his head. He thought the fruits of victory were far away in the sky, but now he had to taste the taste of failure, how could Eric be willing.

"You know what you desire, you know where your heart is and where you want to go, but you still pretend to be deaf and dumb, thinking that the pain will not exist." He remembered what she once said to him, "Eric , there must be some precious flame within you that separates you from the rest. I know that in your agony you wished to be forgotten by the sunny world, but you never forgot the world yourself .When the dreams of the past come to you, do you still remember what you wanted at first?"

Kristen Daye, only Kristen Daye.His first memory of this absurd dream began on a high rooftop. In the cold wind and snow, he made an oath to the witch, exchanged his singing for his appearance, and then began a long and hopeless chase.Christine was the beginning of it all, so she should be the end of it all.

Being a part of the world is one kind of misfortune, but being excluded is another kind of tragedy-Eric has tasted enough of both in his past life.He has been excluded for decades, and recently, after enjoying Tao Taoran's return to the human world, he gradually feels a plight in his heart.What he hadn't noticed was that when he was on the surface, he spent most of his time with music, Enid, and self-pain, and very little time with Christine.Moreover, this pursuit is gentle and loose, almost careless, which is unbelievable for the Phantom of the Opera who once regarded Christine as the center of her soul and guarded her every step of the way.

He pursued her so gently that she couldn't even feel it.He put up with her being with her fiancé quietly and without doing any damage—God, how unlike him.Is the power of love so great, or did the love for Christine gradually leave his heart after he came to the ground?In fact, the answer is not difficult to see: when he loved Christine deeply and was crazy about her, Eric wanted to kill Shani.Then his current indifference is naturally a kind of forgetting.

This made him very angry, but he could only bury it deep in his heart, not daring to tell anyone.

He doesn't want to save, he doesn't want to whip, and he doesn't want to comfort, he just wants to live without being ridiculous.Eric tried to convince himself, like every time before, but he was in tears, and he was crying while writing Don Juan.His anguished tears thinned a work written in blood, and he had to tear out fragments and rewrite it.

But there was always something that left ripples in his heart.

There should be a balance between people and the world. Every singer needs an audience, just as everyone needs someone to confide in—Eric instinctively panics in the face of the rolling fate.But he didn't know what he was about to lose.

……

"I believe that true and pure love can produce a stage of relief from death."

The day before the performance, Enid was talking to herself in her room.She put on the dusty gray robe again, and packed her few luggage—in fact, it was nothing more than a piece of clothing and a little food.When she asked Eric for these and was about to leave immediately after the performance, Eric was silent for a long time.

At the moment, however, she didn't want to mention Eric, even though the topic was closely related to him.She was talking about her love itself, in which Eric was merely an object of acceptance.On the eve of her departure, she should make a decision so as not to continue to bear the curse.Her wanderings are endless, and her steps are still moving forward.The past is behind us.

"All cowardice comes from lack of love, or incomplete love, both are the same." Enid said calmly and almost tiredly, "A brave and sincere person can face death directly."

"Can I face death for him? Yes. Or, I can do it for my love. But I need to know that even if I die, I should die worthwhile and meaningful, at least for myself It’s like this. Does Eric love me? I lied to him, I think he loves me. But his love is not thorough, his love is not sober, he is not stupid but cowardly, too weak to be sober Come here. However, there is actually no difference between the two, and it is useless."

"I love him deeply, I love his strong and rich self. His twisted and beautiful soul, his hideous ugliness, his indestructible, sharp and sensitive strong self. He is unique, just as I am He is unique. Compared with those expressionless puppets, Eric is much cuter. When I ran away to protect my soul, I hoped to meet such a person. I didn't expect to walk so far, I just met him, but he shut the door again."

"I don't have to be sad. I still have a long way to go and meet better people."

"I have seen a lot of suffering and evil, but I still believe that people's hearts should be bright, at least they should have the seeds of light. The world is so precious and beautiful, and life should be a miracle with infinite possibilities. How bright the sun is, How gentle the waves are. I am ready to start a new journey, and I will completely forget this relationship."

"Maybe I can't forget it, but it won't stop me anymore."

"My soul will not be destroyed, but will be more durable, sad and peaceful."

"Eric, I love you. But I'm leaving tomorrow, your world forever."

The author has something to say: *I believe that true and pure love can produce a stage of relief from death.All cowardice comes from lack of love, or incomplete love, which is the same.A brave and sincere person can face death directly. ——"Midnight in Paris"