[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

Enid was silent for a moment.

After a long time, she sighed softly: "These days, I thought you had already guessed it, didn't you? Yes, as you guessed, I broke a very serious oath, so I ended up like this."

After receiving her affirmative answer, Daloga suddenly felt a burst of deep anger, but it turned into powerlessness with a sigh.

He only said: "Why are you bothering... well, the oath has something to do with Eric, right?"

Enid was silent.

Daloga said to her: "But, Enid, since he can't return your love, why don't you save yourself? People like you shouldn't be rashly killed for a failed love." Kill yourself?" His tone gradually became serious, "Do you know what your behavior looks like in my eyes? Don't you know how bad your body is?"

Enid half leaned against the head of the bed, turned her face slightly, and looked at him with a faint smile: "How bad is it?"

Daloga was angry and anxious: "You don't take it seriously! Oh, didn't I tell you that the weird vomiting of blood is very harmful to your body? You can feel how painful it is, and you can feel it yourself. It feels like my body is failing, but—”

His eyes were wide open, as if he suddenly understood something.

Enid's gaze was calm and indifferent like a lake in the mountains in autumn: "But I can't detect any illnesses on my body?" She smiled bitterly, "You finally understand."

"...how long?" After a painful and unspeakable silence, Daloja asked suddenly and thoughtlessly, he seemed very stubborn, "how long is it from your own prediction...?" he asked Going to choke.

"Not many days," said Enid.Compared with Daloja's mourning, she was almost calm and slightly weary.She said, "Be happy for me, Daloga, I'm tired. I've been exhausted a long time ago, and I heard God call to me in my voice, which is my own soul, which is my real Eternal Destination... Daloga, my vitality and blood have been exhausted, and I can no longer recover."

The Persian's lips trembled, he lowered his head, and big tears fell on the thick cashmere carpet.

She said: "I had a premonition that I was heading towards eternal peace and was about to be destroyed."

"What can I do for you?" Daloga's shoulders were twitching, and he lowered his head. "Good friend, what can I do for you?"

"Don't tell Eric that I'm going to die," Enid said. "Don't tell him that."

"If Eric knew the truth, he would surely kneel at your feet and weep in repentance—"

"That's why I don't want him to know," said Enid quietly. "Daloga, you and I know him very well. But I'm too tired. If he kneels at my feet and weeps, I I also don't have the energy to comfort him anymore. Besides, since what I have is a mortal ending, and the matter between me and him is also irreversible, why bother to tell him to make him regret it?"

She said: "I will stay for a few more days, and when I am about to die, I will leave on my own and find a quiet place to sleep forever. This way, it is good for me and him. Since he chose his singing, then I must respect him, I must not cause him pain because of my selfishness."

Dalogar trembled with pain and sorrow.

"Well, well," said he, "I promise you that you will keep it from him, lest you interrupt your last moments of peace."

Enid said, "That's enough for me."

……

Afterwards, apart from the necessary medical consultations, Daloga visited her less and less frequently.Each time, Enid could read the unspoken sadness in his solemn expression.

She was grateful for his thoughtfulness, which enabled her to face death with peace and dignity.

The medicine Dalo added was less and less effective now, it could only provide her with warmth for a while, but it couldn't relieve the pain for a while.But Enid was still drinking, because it at least allowed her to get out of bed and take a few steps now and then.

In addition to being useless for the decline of the inside, those bitter medicines have an effect on the outside.When the time entered the first ten days of January, Enid was able to stand by the bed and stare at the falling snow quietly.

She is not very cold-resistant now, and often suffers from a little exposure, and she will be frozen for several days.But on the contrary, she is even more reluctant to thicken her skirts, and she only prefers to wear a thin coat every day, standing or sitting in front of the window, and often spends an afternoon.

The cold would wake her up, pull her out of a trance of constant pain, and get her dull thoughts flowing again.Maybe the pain will be more painful because of this, but what does that matter, she has long been used to it.

In the huge garden villa, most of the servants have been dismissed, and only Eric and Enid live there.Eric was more and more erratic these days, so Enid was often left alone.There is also a middle-aged maid who takes care of her, but she is also very quiet and wandering.After often silently helping her to the window, she disappeared without a trace.

Enid's mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

This period of time before death may be painful to her, but it is another kind of gift.Her soul returned to the boundless snowstorm, and flew to the more distant grasslands, where the marigolds revealed fragrant honeydew.She began to reminisce, recalling the places she had walked, and even recalling her painful and tormented girlhood, but now she is gradually relieved.

Occasionally, she would grab a pen and write at her desk for a whole afternoon, recording her love and understanding, her walking and freedom.Then, after the bonfire was lit in the evening, the manuscripts were thrown into the fireplace and burned.

There is no nostalgia in the world.

In the middle of the night on a snowy day, Eric came back.

This is pretty much the first time Enid actually sees him since she wakes up.It's not that they haven't met, but men are always in a hurry.In the middle of the night, Enid, who was sitting at the desk by the fire and writing, was awakened by the creaking sound of the door. When she raised her head unexpectedly, she saw Eric's face full of astonishment.

——He must have never thought that she was still here. In fact, she did forget the time today.Enid suffered from severe insomnia during this period, and her nerves were weak. She could never sleep for four or five hours at night, and it often took a long time to fall into a light sleep.However, she always goes to bed early.Because she is really not cold-tolerant.

The coldness of her hands and feet could not be resolved even by a hot stove, and her whole body was like a snowman.

"Eric." Enid stood up and smiled warmly, "Are you back?"

So kind and natural, as if so many things had never happened between them.At this moment, she really didn't care that much, death and pain allowed her to detach herself, and she was closer to doing what she wanted.

Eric's eyes dodged: "Ah, are you able to get up?" The words felt wrong as soon as the words came out, "Oh... Of course I know this. I mean, are you still outside at this late hour?"

Enid said, "Yes. Where have you been?"

Eric was speechless.

Where did he go?In fact, he himself didn't know too well, he was really a little dizzy these days.

If we say that at the beginning, he was still trying his best to search for rare medicinal materials that could alleviate Enid's illness for Daroga's promise, and he even went to the door of Viscount Shani for this, and let the composer Eric appear for the last time. In the world, but what happened later?

Viscount Shani helped him find some very precious medicines, but at the same time he never concealed his doubts about Eric's true identity.Eric disappeared after the ghost provoked him before, and now he suddenly returns. No matter what, it is not suspicious!What's more, it was announced at the beginning that "Don Juan's Triumph" was created by phantom, and the chosen male and female protagonists were Eric and Christine!Up to now, can you still say that Eric's inability to sing is not a lie?

This at least shows that there is indeed a connection between Eric and the Phantom!

Shani told Christine her guess, but she couldn't believe it.During this period of time, they quarreled a lot, and their relationship showed signs of breaking down, but despite the troubles, the Viscount was still loyal to his girlfriend.

Christine said: "I don't believe it! Eric is so upright and kind, and his pain of not being able to sing can't lie to anyone! If you say they have a connection, it must be against his will, like a twin." A brotherly bond. Maybe Eric is in danger! The ghost wants to kill him and return to the world in his skin!"

"Are you crazy?" The Viscount was startled and angry, "Then Eric, whom you have been in a trance and suffering for several months, returned to the world safely and asked me for medicinal materials for Enid's illness. What should I say?"

He smiled sarcastically: "It can't be said that the ghost also takes pity on his pain, so let him be released to the human world for the time being."

"What? Enid is sick?" Christine was shocked, "Is she back? Then I—I'm going to see her!" The kind girl hurriedly pushed the door and left without saying goodbye to her lover.

Then the result was doomed to disappoint her, the villa paths in the suburbs were already covered with dust, and the flowers and plants had not been pruned for a long time.Christine lingered outside the door and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered, so she had to return disappointed.

But the news of her friend's return finally cheered her up a bit, because the relationship between Christine and Raul was eased a lot because of the relationship between helping Enid find the medicinal materials.They are indeed a pair of noble and good people, loyal to their friends to contribute their strength.

It's just that Raul never saw Eric again, so he could only give him the medicinal materials through the agreed channels.Occasionally, what appeared in his dream before him was a theater ghost in the shape of a mad ghost with a white mask, chasing weeping blood.Every time Raul sent out the medicinal materials, he always wondered whether the real function of these medicinal materials was to equip Eric with an elixir to restore his singing voice?

But he always felt that Eric would not lie about Enid's body, let alone give up his friends because of this slight suspicion, so he always kept his guesses back to the bottom of his heart.

And what about Eric?During these days, he was getting more and more crazy, or he had already fallen into the upside-down pain that lasted day and night.

He no longer knew what he was doing. At first he looked for Shani just hoping to find another way to find medicine, but later he saw Shani and Christine embracing and kissing each other.Jealousy began to gnaw at his heart, maybe he deliberately let it go, but it soon became a prairie fire.He stopped bothering to find medicine, and he was back to being the Phantom of the Opera, as he had been doing in the previous few months.

He lurked up and peeped at the happy couple with disgusting eyes in the dark, striking and terrorizing them.He provokes, threatens, coaxes, divides them, and causes them to quarrel.He was already the best at this, because he was a mouse in the dark and a bug in the underground ditch.He does these things desperately and darkly, with a stinging happiness in his heart.

He lost his head, fell into the love between Christine and Shani again, continued to be the sudden and desperate existence in the love triangle, and began to entangle with them.During this period of time, the rumors about the "ghost viscount vying for a showgirl" in Paris have intensified. If it weren't for Enid who couldn't go out, and the maid who served never broke her mouth, she must have known about it.

But what if she doesn't know?He was, in fact, betraying her.Eric thought sadly.

No, he didn't actually betray her, because he never chose and acknowledged her.There is no love between them, a love that is not blessed by both parties and can grow.There is only pain and destruction, only forbearance and determination.

Thinking of this, Eric seemed a little more confident.He met Enid's eyes:

"Well, I have some things I need to be busy with."

But he found that he still couldn't bear to stare at her for a second, because he had to bear the burning of his heart, so he turned his head away again.

"By the way, Enid, I haven't asked you personally, are you feeling better these days?"

Enid looked at him quietly, smiled and nodded slightly:

"I'm much better. I can walk a few steps now. I think I'll be able to set off in ten days or so."

"Oh..." Reluctantness and nostalgia rose in Eric's heart again, "So fast?"

Enid smiled lightly: "Maybe I'm not lucky enough to see your "Don Juan"."

Better not, Eric thought.Because he really couldn't tell where the twisted and desperate love in "Don Juan" came from.If she saw clearly, he would be even more ashamed.

But he said: "You... this is for your health."

"I know." Enid nodded, her eyes were calm and sincere, "So, you don't want to talk to me anymore? Since I'm leaving soon, and you just have so much trouble recently, as a Friend, can't I share the burden for you?"

She said, "Alas... this is always our last time."

Eric suddenly felt sad for her words.

Yes, why is he still hesitating, why doesn't he cherish this last time?Could it be that he was afraid of being trapped again, so he deliberately avoided it.But to her—to her who was doomed to leave, never to return, how unfair it was!

This was originally the last bit of nostalgia for the rest of her life that she tried her best to bear the pain of cutting out her heart.He refused to admit her love, and he also refused to admit his own, so now he can't even talk to her properly?

Eric's eyes became hot, he nodded and said, "Okay."

That night, they sat next to each other on the sofa, next to the burning fire, with their knees close together, talking all night long.They talked for a long, long time, until it was dawn in the east, and the fire was almost exhausted. It seemed that they had returned to the original intimacy, but it was impossible.

Eric didn't mention Christine's name again, Enid didn't ask, and everything seemed fine, fine.

……

Afterwards they passed a time of bliss and uncanny peace.

As if returning to the time when he first met, he no longer deliberately avoided her, but once again forgot about the ups and downs of the outside world, and stayed with her for a long time in this remote villa.They chatted, joked, discussed music and architecture, and of course literature.

Eric occasionally composed and sang some poems for her, all sad and beautiful, exuding the bright and clean breath of the warm winter sun.Enid smiled and listened quietly.

Her energy is still a bit low, but it is much better than before. Sitting by the fire, she often does not feel tired for most of the day.The mind is immersed in the sea of ​​elegant art, so I forget everything about the outside world.

It's just that she can't sing anymore, and she can only speak softly.It was originally rumored that it was the composer Eric who was "unable to sing due to illness", but now he has become Enid, which really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Eric felt deeply regretful, but staring at her pale and gentle face, he felt that nothing was important.

He passed his days in such a strangely pessimistic and happy mood, without thinking about the past or worrying about the future.The wind and rain in Paris has nothing to do with this small garden villa, and the entanglements in the emotional world no longer exist, and they have gone away.

Life here is so calm and peaceful, with the fragrance of flowers and plants.Enid watched from her rocking chair by the window while Eric tended the garden himself.He felt very happy inside, but also very sad.With longing and reluctance.

It couldn't have been a better day.

……

In the evening, Enid stood at the window.

Her face is like the first snow, pure and soft.And because of excessive thinness, it looks haggard and torn.

She meditated quietly, watching the red sun set in the west and the sky gathering clouds, and waited quietly until the night was covered and the moonlight was faint.The stars are like diamonds scattered in velvet, embellished and shining, mysterious and distant.

Gradually, the night grew darker and the stars dimmed.This is a dark night, thick as ink, and you can't see your fingers.

The birds have all rested, and there are no insects in winter.Enid coughed for a moment with a hoarse voice, raised her face, and stared at the night like fog.His blue eyes, like a lake of icy water, were filled with sorrow and sorrow.

She coughed again, and began to sing softly:

"We've come a long way,

After heavy rain and dust.

The night is so long but the dream lives on.

Has the nightmare left you?

Love withers, and memory mottled.

The shredded fantasy remains an illusion.

Take off the mask, but put it on again.

Me and you, the last time...full of sadness. "

Her strength is weak, her voice is weak, and her singing is also unstable, like a swaying boat, but like a slowly flowing quiet river, washed by rain, still exuding a fresh and wet breath.It is sorrow.

That is the tone of a mermaid, a treasure from the deep sea.

It was Enid's singing voice, from the hometown of heaven.

She took a few breaths, leaned on the window lattice, her expression seemed to become agitated, but she just leaned on it weakly.Close your eyes and chant softly, with tears on your cheeks:

"……I'm in love with you.

I love everything that is out of reach,

And the night also fell in love with me.

In the end it hides me, makes me feel, embraces me.

Suck my tears and purify my soul.

The night gently drives away the misfortunes of the day.

Farewell, my love.May you sleep peacefully. "

……

The river of time is flowing, blowing away the wind and dust of the years, it will eventually meet everyone at the end.

And Enid had a premonition that that day was getting closer.

She is very happy with Eric now, even too happy, which makes her even more reluctant to give up the world.But the heartache day and night told her that it was only her choice to leave that maintained these illusions.

Yeah, Eric doesn't know yet that she's going to die.And she wouldn't let him know.

The blond girl was sitting on a chair, stroking the words printed on the book with her slender hands.What she didn't tell Eric was that after waking up this morning, she felt more and more that something was wrong with her body.

In fact, the so-called problem has already had signs these days, and it is nothing more than the gradual recovery of the appearance, accompanied by the destruction of balance and the increasingly insensitive movements.It's just that she always hides it very well.

But when she woke up this morning, Enid found that her vision had become blurred.There seemed to be rumbling vibrations in my ears, and there was a long silence when I listened carefully.Eric called her several times before she recovered.

"What day is it today?" She smiled at the vague figure and asked warmly.

"It's January 1th," whispered Eric.He pushed her rocking chair to save her some strength: "Have you forgotten? It's the day of the premiere of "Don Juan." He was quite cautious.

Enid suddenly said "oh".

The last moment has finally come.

The author has something to say: *The first three sentences of the lyrics are adapted from "The Dreamis Still Alive".

*The ending of the next chapter is la la la! ! !