[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

"She is in poor health and needs rest."

The Persian sat on a low chair by the bed, lowering his head slightly.His face was dark, and he was full of dignity at the moment.The bright green eyes, like some kind of mysterious and ancient gemstone, exude a light of sighing in an old way.

On his head was a lambskin hat with unmelted snowdrops on it.After being steamed by the heat in the room, it immediately turned into fine water and soaked into his hair.

Eric stood beside him, a look of worry and anxiety on his face.

He asked: "What's the matter? Why did you suddenly vomit blood?" His voice was slightly hoarse, which was caused by staying up most of the night without taking a break.His eyes were also full of bloodshot eyes, and he looked terrible and haggard.

The Persian looked at him hesitantly, opened and closed his mouth, and just sighed.

"What do you think, Eric?" He looked seriously into the man's eyes. "What do you think it is?"

Under his gaze, Eric's heart constricted with sharp pain and extreme shame, and he could hardly raise his head.Pain and anxiety surged in his mind, and he was a little out of his wits.

"Is there any way... is there any way..." he begged, "tell me, I'll do it, I'll do it. It doesn't matter if it takes my life, as long as she—"

The Persian shook his head.

"Well, Eric," he said, "we've been friends for years, and if there was a way, how could I not help you? This is really... Eric, you know that 'backlash' cannot be cracked Yes! Those who break their oath must pay the price. No matter what kind of spell, the truth in the world is always the same!"

"That, that..." Eric mumbled his lips, "Is there really no other way?" His face turned gray almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Persian seemed unable to bear to see him like this, shook his cloak, stood up, and sighed:

"Is there any way... At present, we have to let her keep her body quietly. Her condition is so bad that she can't move at all. Wait until her body is better, and then find another way. If you want to think about her, then Let me point out a direction for you, that is, try to crack it from the root! If you can crack the obsession of the oath—or at least stop violating it, maybe there will be a turning point.”

Eric paled.That is to say, either make her no longer love him and stop her soul for him, or send her away as soon as possible.

The Persian sighed repeatedly: "You take care of yourself...I told you not to take risks! Don't trade your soul! Eric! Alas...I don't know what's going on between you, you start from 'cracking' Find a way! I remember that I still have some elixir brought back from the East, and I will try to see if I can alleviate her physical decline... Eric, I can only help you so far!"

Eric thanked the Persian, knowing that his little-connected friend had done all he could for him.

After the Persians left, the Phantom of the Opera returned to Goldilocks' hospital bed and sat down in silence.Staring at her sleeping pale face, Eric finally couldn't bear it anymore, covered his eyes, and cried bitterly...

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send her away!This is the best choice for the two of them!Also the best choice for everything!send her away!

Eric had never been so lucid and miserable for a moment.

His soul was literally shattered into pieces, and the wind blew out a terrifying whine.Perhaps he should be thankful for the curse's restrictions, which would require Enid to walk out of Paris herself.In this way, he doesn't have to send her away immediately for the sake of her life safety, but can greedily stare at her sleeping face in her last days of convalescence.

Eric spurned himself, if his life was not full of obsession because of so much inseparable pain, if he had a slightly different fate, he would definitely hate and despise that despicable and shameless self like everyone else.Unfortunately, he had no chance and no choice.He wishfully immersed himself in the pain of fate, clutching his throat, asking for his soul.

And he already knew his punishment——

He could no longer see her, he could no longer love her, he could no longer find excuses for his meanness, he could no longer drag her down.She should leave him and embrace her free soul.She should forget about him as an ugly man!

And him?He would love Kristin Daye till he died.With his blood-soaked voice, locked in a gorgeous and dark prison, day and night, he sang of the clarity of the sky, of the love between roses and nightingales...

Eric has already foreseen the ending for himself and Enid. This ending may be sad or relieved, and there will be no bond between the two of them.Perhaps the only thing he didn't expect was that Enid's body had deteriorated to such an extent that it was almost impossible to leave Paris again.This gorgeous and extravagant city will forever leave behind her ice-like body and soul.

None of this Eric knew.

At this moment, he just cried bitterly at Enid who was sleeping soundly on the bed, holding her hand and kissing her like crazy, doing things that he would never dare to do normally.His face was full of tears, like a child.

He will send her away... When she gets better and can get out of bed.

He will.

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"Are you awake?"

It was an unfamiliar voice, but the feeling of the body was familiar.Enid slowly opened her eyes and found that she was lying in Eric's villa, the hut she used to live in, and a dark-faced Oriental was looking down at her.

Goldilocks' eyes were out of focus for a moment, then she came back to herself and smiled slowly and with difficulty.She said, "Hi... Excuse me..."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't talk anymore." The Persian said thoughtfully, his face was still gloomy, and there was a little empathy.He said: "This is Eric's home. I am his friend Daloga, who is also a doctor. He asked me to come and see you. You coughed up blood and passed out. Eric is not here now. He's gone out. Wait a minute, the medicine will be ready soon."

Enid replied angrily: "Thank... thank you." She knew exactly what her illness was for, so she naturally smiled wryly at the so-called doctor visits and medication.She wanted to say it, but she felt that it was meaningless, why should she live up to others' good intentions, so she only took a breath and stopped talking.

The Persians knew what she was thinking by looking at her expression.

He sighed, his face became gentler and stricter, he got up and took a bowl of dark medicine, tried the temperature, brought it to Enid's lips, and said: "I know you think it's useless, but try it anyway. try."

Enid didn't refuse anymore, stood up with all her strength, and drank it slowly from the Persian's hand, but felt hot and bitter.After drinking, he lay down slowly again, took a few breaths, and smiled wryly twice.

"I'm like this..." She said halfway and then said nothing, "Where's Eric?" In fact, she was not in a hurry to see him, and even felt inexplicably sad and alienated about it.

The Persian said: "He has gone out and entrusted you to you. You should rest in peace and recuperate." But he never mentioned what Eric was going to do.

Enid didn't press either.

The Persian breathed a sigh of relief.In fact, it was also difficult for him to say exactly what Eric had done. Enid's condition was so bizarre that it consumed a lot of his mind.Eric's whereabouts have been erratic these days. Although he is also worried about her, he seems to avoid her deliberately.These two are really...

He chatted with her for a while or two, because she was really not good at chatting, and she was extremely tired and didn't have the strength to speak, so he sat silently and accompanied her.

Enid was lying on her side slightly, with half of her face sunk in the white pillow, her loose and disheveled blond hair seemed to have lost its luster overnight and began to wither and decay.As her pale lips were equally parted.

She is still beautiful, even though various details of decay have been revealed in all parts of her body, she has lost the original complete and clear strange halo, and has become withered and sad, she is still beautiful.Her eyes are two pools of water that will never die, always reflecting the sky with gentle white clouds floating.Her expression is quiet and holy, and suffering is like a reward.

But this is not what she wants.

Enid cleared her thoughts.It wasn't easy, because she was so dazed and weak right now, but she did it anyway.Daroga's bitter medicine may have played some role, and she began to feel a slight warmth in her body that had been drenched in ice and snow since waking up.However, those thin warm currents are like a pour of clear spring, and after flowing through, there is a long and silent coldness and death.

yes, death.Now, Enid thought, she was finally ready to face it.

She always understood Eric—she knew what he thought, but everything in the world couldn't come true according to people's wishes.Eric may have guessed that her condition was very serious, and wanted to save her life by letting her go. This had been revealed in the confrontation the night before, and it must become his strong obsession after she was completely unconscious. .

But, but.

There was no way Eric would understand the extent of Enid's health.

She has been ill for too long, and the details of external decline are only one out of a hundred. It is the inside of her body that has completely collapsed silently, and now it is only crumbling to support the external appearance.Her heart hurt like a knife, and she couldn't draw any more strength, and she couldn't resist it. She could only linger in this almost tortured pain, waiting for the happiness of death.

Death or happiness?

It was doomed to her that it was impossible to leave Paris.Her feet can't get out, and neither can her love.Perhaps she had hope, but from the moment she chose to return, she had been struck down by the curse.Her heart was broken beyond repair, and she knew she was destined to die here, never to leave.

Because of predicting the ending, Enid calmed down again.

Then she said to the Persian in a low and soft voice:

"Then it's very troublesome for you to take care of my body."

Daroga stared deeply at her, and nodded silently.

……

Another day like this passed.

Daloga took good care of Enid's body and used all his skills.Although it had little effect, it finally made her look better.The Persian feels very guilty about this, but Enid often comforts him in turn, laughing that what he has done has exceeded all her imagination.

Because Daloga often watched over Enid to pay attention to her condition, the two inevitably got to know each other a lot.By the time the second snow fell in Paris, they were already calling each other Christian names "Daloga" and "Enid."

And when chatting and making medicine with her one day, Daloga finally couldn't restrain the care and worry in his heart, and asked the question that he had been consciously avoiding.

"Enid, I think you should tell me about your cause, it won't work if you go on like this." He sighed, "I've always wanted to tell you, since I treated you, your condition is really very strange .Because diagnostically, there's really nothing wrong with your body—other than constant vomiting and deteriorating."

After finishing speaking, he stared at her face, waiting for an answer.

The author has something to say: *The Persian is a mysterious figure in the original Phantom, and he has the grace to save his life.Borrow its image here.