[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

The yellowed manuscript was swept to the ground, and the scarlet handwriting hinted ominously.

There was a weird noise rolling in Eric's throat.He bent down, put his hands on the table, coughed loudly, and tried to get something out of his throat--that look was terrifying and terrifying.He banged his head on the table in pain, causing the gold-encrusted mirror to sway continuously.Eric walked up and down the room, making the boards creak.

He slumped back on the wooden chair again, his expression in a state of rage, madness and confusion.

He sang slowly:

"... Her departure has taken away the unknown part of me and brought out the cruel and evil thoughts in my heart."

Eric seemed to be awakened by the content of the sentence, he stood up in horror, his handsome face distorted, and once again filled with Phantom of the Opera's cruelty.He stumbled and moved around the room again, smashing everything at hand, even overturning the bookshelf, and gasped fiercely in front of the scattered art.

Only one thing survived his long madness—a mirror facing him.Trimmed with gold, clear and transparent, yet cold and solemn.That symbolizes his ridiculous self-esteem and the fantasy he desperately wants to maintain.

Eric gasped and stood up, tilting his head inadvertently.He looked at him in the mirror coldly, his handsome face was full of ferocity and arrogance, obviously he was an evil spirit crawling out of hell.Although handsome as a god, but still the terrible Phantom of the Opera.

Eric froze for a moment, then raised his head and laughed.

He once thought he could be happy, but forgot that he was a complete monster.He who tore off the disguise was nothing more than that.He once had many beautiful and humble wishes, and many grand and bright plans.He thinks he is blocked, so when that block is gone, he can rush to his own happiness immediately.But—but.

Eric finally couldn't lie to himself.Enid had been out of Paris for almost a week, why hadn't he gone looking for Christian Daye?Yes, yes, he wanted to find her.He wants to woo her, wants to fill his void with her love, either way, the Phantom of the Opera or Eric the Composer.However, reason makes a decision, but emotions are trapped in pain and despair and try their best to refute.He was trapped in this villa with countless memories, walking around like a wild beast.

He couldn't get out of this villa, and was so miserable that he was willing to paint the ground as a prison.The soul is cowardly on the one hand and keen on the other, screaming and weeping for what he has lost.The combination of these two emotions made him unable to chase after, and also unable to love, he could only stay in place, struggling with painful soul.

His soul has been torn in two, floating in the sea of ​​people.A part of his soul had been taken away from Paris entirely, with a premonition that he would never return.She left, and took the him who only she knew.From then on, neither the Phantom of the Opera nor the famous composer nor the long-dead musical angel can be complete.

Eric's heart felt empty.Terrified, he couldn't find the space to land, and at the same time, there were bursts of throbbing pain whipping his heart like waking up from a dream.The more blind you are, the more determined you are, the more determined you are, the more you have to close your eyes and plug your ears, the more you close your eyes and plug your ears—the more painful it is.His soul was howling, weeping.The roaring tornado tore him apart and dropped him carelessly on the ground.

Eric sobbed.

No one knows where she is and all of Paris is looking for her.After that night, not only the composer Eric became famous, but also the mermaid who emerged from the deep sea.Parisians seek her, Parisians desire her, Parisians love her.In the performances after the premiere, the Little Mermaid was all played by Christine, even though she had tried hard to figure it out, even though her singing voice was also extraordinary.But after every performance, those who have seen the premiere can't help but sigh a long time.

Christine must have been devastated—of course she was, and this kind and weak girl would have sobbed in the arms of her lover, and then mustered up the courage to continue the challenge without the slightest resentment.Eric knew Kristen all too well, and all too well what she would do.He should go to comfort her, but the strange thing is that at this moment, there is no disturbance in his heart.

Erik couldn't leave the room, couldn't leave the frenzied manuscripts that were hungry for his blood.Even thinking of how Christine would be intimate with Shani at this moment, Eric couldn't feel jealous in his heart.

He knew in his heart that this was just an illusion for a while, and when the human heart was filled with one kind of emotion, there was always no room for other kinds.And yet he couldn't help but look at the devastation of the pain she had caused—that he had lost, forever, something precious.And he has been singing like a dream until now, but he has never dared to call her name.

"Please, please." He muttered to himself with tears all over his face, "Mermaid, Ariel, Yi—— Yini..."

At last he burst into tears again: "Enid, Enid!"

Calling the name was like breaking some kind of prison, and Eric felt his tears flow more smoothly, even surpassing his own blood.Oh blood.He wondered vaguely, Are his fingers finally drained?Are those devil notes enough?He picked up the quill again shaking, and wrote lines of notes intermittently with his own blood.

This is Don Juan, his elaborate Triumph of Don Juan.Don Juan wins love, and Phantom wins.Yes, that's how it should be, but now his pain makes "Don Giovanni" special meaning-in Eric's view, writing "Don Giovanni" as a burning opera seems to be fighting against another kind of deep sea The torment and devastation of the song to his soul.He sacrificed himself, wrote desperately, and the throat of his soul made a sound, so as to prevent another kind of light from eroding him.

The pen fell from his hand unknowingly, Eric staggered a few steps, and his eyes began to be in a trance.

Enid left the night after the premiere, never attended the celebratory dinner, never said goodbye to anyone.She seemed to disappear suddenly, leaving people with the hope of goodbye.But in fact Eric knew that she would never come back.

He could imagine how she, dressed up that night, said hello to the cheering and dancing opera singers backstage one by one, saying good wishes for the future to each other, and her blue eyes were full of sincere blessings.And how she silently came to the dressing room that was temporarily belonging to her, carefully took off that expensive mermaid dress, and carefully hung it on the hanger.She put on her thin gray robe, and took off the jewels from her hair, neck, hands and feet and put them away one by one.

She washed off the slightly heavy makeup on the stage, revealing that fair and gentle face.Tired and slightly decayed, but at the same time full of unwavering vitality and clear hope.She picked up her humble basket, which contained a small amount of water and bread.She had brought them to the dressing room before, arousing everyone's curiosity and inquiries, but Enid smiled and said nothing.

She covered her forehead with a gray robe, hidden her blue and gentle eyes when she lowered it a little, and walked out among the joyful crowd.Some people ignored her because of this, but others recognized her, grabbed her arm and screamed and talked excitedly.Enid smiled and nodded, and said something soft and sincere.Then she parted from them again and continued towards the exit of the theatre.

Her footsteps still carried the lightness and beauty of the little mermaid on the stage, but she seemed so firm.She walked out of this gorgeous building step by step, and the cold wind blowing against her face made her shiver.Enid laughed lightly, and she quickened her pace, for she was returning to the kind of life she knew.The wind lifted her cloak and she grabbed it back and wrapped it up again.Among the reveling crowd, no one would have thought that the center of their discussion was leaving Paris overnight.

She just walked all the way, occasionally singing a few words in a low voice.There is a cold wind from time to time, accompanied by whispers.Enid finally walked out of the gates of Paris, and Eric's eyes seemed to be trapped here.He couldn't move, and watched the gray-robed figure go further and further away...

Eric suddenly woke up from this icy dream, his body covered in cold sweat.

He fell asleep again, he woke up again, and the day went on again.

And he just lived in a dim dream like this, unable to distinguish day from night, and unable to see sunrise and sunset.

Eric's eyes suddenly turned to the mirror that had been standing quietly, cold as mocking, without warning.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and the inconceivable stunned burst on the handsome face, and the green eyes showed deep panic and pain——Eric threw himself in front of the mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was clearly a distorted and deformed face.

That was his original face when it was never restored by the witch!

The author has something to say: *The second update in the evening.