[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

She finally said this sentence, stable and composed.There was a little sadness, a little trembling, a little pleading in the voice.

"You love me," she said again, looking into his eyes.

She is not begging him for her love, no matter how difficult this love is, it will not make her succumb after all.She was begging for that precious love between two people, and their last chance--Eric's last chance.Pray that he will cherish his soul and cherish the last chance.She knew the opportunity was his, not hers.

Thinking of this, her body seemed to shake again.Enid gasped and coughed twice. On her pale face, two beautiful, clear blue eyes stared at and reflected his shadow like a frozen lake.

It was the last chance, and she didn't leave herself a second choice when she came here.She had nothing to worry about, but she had to be quiet everywhere.But some things must be said, otherwise there will be no chance.

"Eric," she said to him, holding the hem of his robe with thin, pale fingers, tired and gentle, "come with me."

Eric stood in front of the door, his tall figure was even more majestic reflected by the firelight of the fireplace in the house.He felt that all the wind suddenly seemed to change direction, blowing desperately behind him, blowing and blowing, until his hair was blown to the back of his head.The snow beads hit the face, numb and painful.The snow, which was carried by the wind, rushed desperately from one direction, as if trying to get into the safe and warm room behind him.His eyelashes were frosted.In this severe cold, Eric felt his whole body was cold.

But his brain has entered another mysterious spiritual world: where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and it is warm and pleasant.There are dreams that do not need to wake up, tenderness, passion and passionate love, weaving a delicate and beautiful music, and it is playing.He was intoxicated, as if the soul had forgotten the taboo of not leaving the body because of the pleasure of flying.He flew up, as if he was flying towards infinite hope, towards a wonderful dream!But!But--

The cold wind blowing against his face made Eric tremble violently, and his soul that flew up slowly returned to his body, feeling a kind of ice-soaked cold, piercing into the bone marrow.The first thing Eric felt was the hand—he lowered his head, saw the pale hand holding his skirt, and frantically flung it away as if his soul had been electrified.The back of his hand just twitched, leaving a sharp red mark.

He stared at the red mark fixedly, as if he had found the rock that anchored reality and illusion.His gaze changed violently, and when he finally raised it, it was already hard and cold, like a hot iron thrown into cold water.After burning, they will die.

Enid was right in front of him, with her left hand lightly resting on the red-scarred right hand.She was in the snowstorm, sad, hopeful, determined, looking at him like that.Eric's heart ached like it was cracking open, and his emotions flooded his whole body like a tidal wave.But he actually remained extremely calm amidst the overwhelming flood.He shook his head.

He said to her very calmly, "No."

After finishing speaking, he turned his two wooden eyes and looked at her face calmly and greedily.These two eyeballs are dead, and it is impossible to cry even if they are sore and swollen to the extreme.He also refused to cry, but his heart was so sad.

Enid looked at him mournfully.

"Why?" The hot air in her breath was as thin as fog between the sky and the earth, and it melted immediately, "Why, Eric? Don't you love me? Why are you indulging in delusion and refusing to face the truth? ?”

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Eric's voice is also very soft, but weak and slow, flat and blunt.

"I don't love you," he heard himself answer. "It's not vanity that I'm indulging in. It's the truth that matters most. That's my highest, what I must have, above all else."

Enid understood, and her expression became even sadder.

"But the truth is actually in our own hands. If you are too persistent, you can't get rid of the inner demon. You can't be controlled by her, Eric, your heart, you still have a heart. You should follow its guidance. Yes, you You haven't told me yet why you would rather make a deal with the witch than sing "Don Juan"?"

"The heart is the self, and the heart is towards the self. The demon is also in the heart. What I am doing is the more important thing you have been persuading me for a long time. I thought you would at least be happy for a while. As for "Don Juan", I'm not proud of it. But, it's a very old fairy tale. You understand? Kiss of true love, give this and I'll get what I want."

"Is this the price of your choice? Is this what you want to do?"

"Yes, aren't you glad that I have found such a good way?"

"Are you happy, Eric? I see you as a scumbag, and anyway, it's wrong. And it's not just about Christine, it's—"

"If I could believe it myself, it wouldn't be baseness."

"But you can't. Besides, she... Christine... and me, mine. You think that's more important than that? Are you going to sacrifice us all for it? You know what I want .”

"Enid, I'm sorry." He sighed softly.

Enid's expression became even more sad because of this, and she almost couldn't restrain herself from shouting: "But what I want is not sorry! Eric, I don't want you to regret it again. It's not for me, but for You. Our spirits are free, our hearts are free, you can drill through it, and you can't draw yourself into prison for the first canal..."

"This is different from what you persuaded me before." Eric said lightly.

Enid calmed down: "Yes, the situation is different." She said, "Of course the canal is very important, but what is more important is the pool and the heart."

"That's it. For me, there is no difference. The canal is in the pool. The singing is equal to my heart, my freedom, and my soul. This is true, absolutely true."

"You are drawing the ground again, so paranoid. But think about those victims, those innocent victims. They originally had their own love, and they could get a happy reward..."

"I can try my best to get a copy of the fake one and give it to—"

"What about me?" In the snowstorm, she was asking him, "What about me?"

Eric was silent for a long time: "I'm sorry."

This precarious love seemed so difficult, it was devastated by the wind and snow, and it was about to be shaken out by the fire.However, it is precious, fledgling, and it will be cut off cruelly, and it can obviously grow.

Enid sighed.

"Actually, I would rather you lie to me." She said softly, "People only choose to lie when they are very afraid of losing something."

Eric: "I don't want to lie to you." However, the moment I made my choice, I had already lost you.

Enid: "You can choose to regret it, this is the last chance, and we all still have a chance." This is also a silver lining.

"No," Eric said to Enid a long time later, "No, I can't."

He whispered again: "It's not me that you want me to defeat. I can have my own choice, right? Even if it's despicable, even if it's a sacrifice, but at this moment, I'm sure that's what I want. Even..."

"Even compared to me." Enid looked at him sadly.

She had no way to speak clearly, because her dignity did not allow her to beg for love.The increasingly severe pain had already caused double images in front of her eyes, and it was difficult for her to persist.She didn't conclude that he would regret it. It was clear that everything would return to the original state as she thought it would be a good ending. The singing voice fit Eric's soul better than his beauty.But now, now.

She must not die, not here, not in front of him.Because even though he is more willing to choose his own singing than her, he still loves her.Just now, he had admitted it, in a language she could understand.If he finds that she died bearing the backlash of pain because of this, he will definitely regret it for the rest of his life.She had to go, out of his sight before she collapsed.

But it was too late, too late.

The severe cold had stiffened her blood vessels, and the pain pierced her heart like a thousand arrows.The thick snow buried her ankles, and the cold air also climbed up, making it difficult for most of her body to move.There was no way she would leave undisturbed, and Eric wasn't a fool to be fooled easily.

She raised her head, looking at his face.In many conversations, she was always calm and determined, while he was more prone to rage.Because she could see more clearly than him, poking into his most secret heart.But today, he was so calm and determined.Those green eyes were cold and hard.She understood from it that he really understood and made his own choice.Even if it was despicable, it was his own choice.

She sighed softly.

He was no longer the naked | newborn face dazed man when we first met, but he was as cruel as ice, shutting her and her love out and giving up together.She still remembers the scar on half of her face, ugly but real.When she concentrates, she can see the truth of Eric's half face.But now, on top of the magic mask that was only ineffective for her, there was another white mask of the human world.Just like his closed heart, no longer accepting her touch.

Enid once also felt uncomfortable with that half of the deformed face under the instinctive judgment of beauty and ugliness, but now she stares at Eric's face almost greedily, but only wants to take another look at the reality under the mask .

it's useless.Standing in front of her was the Phantom of the Opera, "deeply in love" with Christine Daye, who was about to perform "Triumph of Don Juan" for her.

Everything seemed to return to the origin where she never appeared.

……

But after all, some things have changed.

Enid raised her neck slightly, this action made her very strenuous and painful, fine sweat appeared on her forehead, but she didn't let Eric notice it.She looked into the eyes of the person opposite, and for the first time saw unrestricted love, pain, and—boundless, coldness frozen like an ice field.Eric got it, but, he gave up.

After her return this time, Eric finally figured it out.He finally realized that he loved Enid.However, he is then faced with a terrible choice-either choose Christine and the kiss of true love and redeem his singing voice, or choose Enid and get love but lose his singing voice.In the end, he chose singing between the two, and love became a victim again.

Song and love, again the end and the beginning of the absurd puzzle.Eric's choice is that he can't lose his own singing voice, because he believes that his soul is hidden in it, and he even sacrifices Christine and Enid for this-he deprives two people of their right to true love, To deceive and coax Christine, to betray the love that he and Enid had clearly sprouted before.

And what about Enid?What she wants is freedom from beginning to end. Even love should be loved by a free spirit, or at least a spirit yearning for freedom.Eric still can't get rid of his demons, his lack of self-confidence, the soul is in his hands, not in the ears of others listening to his singing.He chose the former between singing and sincere love, which means giving up the latter.And Enid's self-esteem did not allow her to kneel for this.Although she grieved for Eric's pain.

It has become clear that neither of them is the other's choice.How absurd, at this moment, Eric finally confessed to himself, and Enid also returned from the world, and it seemed that there was nothing stopping them from loving each other—but they made different choices.

For Eric, singing is more important than love at this moment.

As far as Enid is concerned, her spirit of free love cannot compromise and break her wings for Eric, she can only choose to fly away.Even if there is only one breath left in life, it is destined to be used on the way to leave.

They finally gave up on each other at the moment when they communicated with each other, their hearts were as silent as if they were throwing ashes into the fire.

Love is difficult, separated by mountains and seas.Mountains and seas can be flat, but people's hearts are hard to move.This love sprouted so hard, but it was destined to be impossible and impossible to grow again.And the only thing Enid knows is that her body on the verge of collapse can no longer hold on...

She stared into Eric's eyes for a long time, as if she was looking at the unmovable mountains, seas and lakes.

Finally, she said: "Then, at least say you love me."

The voice was light and fluttering, and it was smashed and swept away by the wind, and hid.

The author has something to say: the cryptic writing is Eric's mentality change.

After Enid returned, he finally understood the fact that he loved her in his heart.But he gave up this love at the same time.Although Enid loves Eric, what she always wants to maintain is spiritual freedom. She can only accept the synchronous love between the two, and Eric chooses to restrain her spirit, so she also decides to give up Eric. Rick, even decided to leave.But she knew in her heart that it would be difficult for her to leave, so her feelings prevailed, and she still wanted a personal answer from the other party.

Probably so.