[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

After the pain of that day, Eric sat in a long period of depression, unable to utter a word.

He knew it was useless, and at the moment he made his own choice, he had given up love and happiness, and given up the right to own them, and wanted to chase the stinky and rotten soul for eternal sinking, and even dragged Christine Day. yeah together.But he can't regret it, he can't regret it.Eric thought to himself that a handicapped person like him didn't deserve it.

He seemed to be able to convince himself by thinking this way, but his voice swallowed slightly and his body trembled.

Love has left, completely left the city of Paris.He also changed from the composer Eric back to the Phantom of the Opera, that handsome or ugly face was once again full of cruelty, without a trace of brightness, this is him, this is him, Eric's home and destiny.

He didn't have the energy to maintain the identity of the composer Eric anymore, and he didn't even have the energy to make him disappear in a reasonable way, but had to make him disappear without a trace, just like the lead singer of the mermaid who disappeared without a trace.

He let Christine be anxious, and watched everything in Paris with a cold eye, almost languidly.He began to live day and night again, huddled underground, and sacrificed himself to music.Don Juan's melody played in his heart again, and the gate of hell was opened for him again. Eric wrote, and hot blood flowed out of his broken heart.

This is his last fate, his last struggle and his last death knell love.

After going around and around, fate finally returned to the beginning, still the choice of the original scene.On the rooftop, before the witch made the red apple-like proposal to him, Eric thought: If I hadn’t met her, and hadn’t gotten the choice of exchanging my appearance with singing, then in order to save Christine’s love, I would definitely do something. Will use "Don Juan" as a last-ditch effort.

And now, it's still "Don Juan", it's still this hell-like music, to be used to claim love, and then to redeem the soul.This movement seems to be his doomed ending and death knell.Eric laughed lowly, like weeping blood.

After that, no matter what, you don't have to care about it.

……

The underground palace is no longer illuminated by candles, only the most basic light remaining.Dust fell on the dull curtain, and the mirror was covered with cracks, but no one paid attention to it.In the ruined scene, there is a handsome man sitting strangely.

He has gloomy and handsome facial features, like a god and a ghost.Wearing a black tuxedo with a white knot at the neckline, he was meticulously groomed.It is clearly a gentleman's attire, but for no reason it makes people fearful and fearful, and they dare not approach.

The little finger of his right hand moved slightly, just touching a white half-face mask.The man paused, picked up the mask, and put it on his right face very carefully.

The man's left hand brushed over several sheets of bound parchment on the table in front of him, the scarlet cover vaguely revealing ominous.The tabletop was very messy, but the place where the parchment manuscripts were placed was clean and tidy.Apart from the tabletop and the man himself, there is only one piano in the underground palace that is neat and spotless.

There may be one more thing, and that is Kristen Daye's dolls.

During several months of writing "Don Juan", Eric also got up again and again, staring at the idol with obsessive admiration and almost crazy eyes, his eyes almost made the idol shatter.He dressed up for "her", put on a white and beautiful wedding dress, prepared a fragrant and elegant bouquet, and put on countless jewels.

Christine, Christine.

Everything is back to normal, and nothing seems to be different.

After a lapse of two months, "The Triumph of Don Juan" was finally completed.

Eric straightened the white knot at his neckline, and opened his mouth calmly and sternly:

"Witch, I know you can hear me. I want to make a deal with you."

He paused, and although there was no response, he continued to speak calmly.

"I must sing Don Juan myself."

There seemed to be a faint chuckle in the air.

……

As autumn was about to pass, Enid had arrived in a small town on the border of France.

This is a very beautiful and quiet place, different from the flashy romance of Paris, it has a fresh and peaceful rural atmosphere.Enid loved it here, and the sights soothed her aching heart, allowing her to keep going despite the hardships.

Everything that happened in Paris has gradually become a bubble in memory.Once the hope of love is extinguished, no matter how long the road ahead is, no matter how painful the apex of the heart is, at least you can go to a distant place.

Her pain was gradually getting better, even if it still flared up from time to time, it was much better than when she was in Paris.Since Enid stepped out of the city of Paris, her body began to recover from the unexplained ailments, and what still afflicts her today is nothing more than the pain of the vowed punishment.

She knew she was committing a "no stay" because a part of her heart stayed in Paris.

But as long as she goes on like this, she will always get better.Enid's soul was her own, as was her heart.If it is not a sacrifice of love, she can always get out of it.The blond woman had a peaceful smile on her face, and her brows were slightly arched on her fresh snow-like face, giving her a sense of relief and detachment.

A gust of autumn wind blows.

France in late autumn is really a bit cold, especially for homeless people.Enid wanted to wrap her gray robe tightly.Suddenly, the wind blew a piece of newspaper, blowing past her body, flipping through it with a "crash clatter".She subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold it, just as the wind blew bigger and stronger, completely blowing the thin newspaper in her hand, making a rattling sound.

The cold wind pierced into the bones and hit the face, causing Enid to close her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze subconsciously fell on the unfolded newspaper in her hand.Originally, it was just a calm and peaceful expression, but for some reason, the moment he saw the newspaper headline, his expression changed drastically.

What was written in the newspaper was——

"The ghost of the Paris Opera House reappears, and the phantom phantom competes with the Viscount Charney for the showgirl Christine. The performance will start in the winter of January 1, and the composer Eric will sing. Will "Triumph of Don Juan" be the final battlefield?"

The wind has stopped at some point, and the newspaper is lightly fluttering down at the feet.

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