[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

In the Paris Opera House, Eric, who was singing, suddenly felt unspeakable heart palpitations.

Unprecedented intense pain swept his body and mind, and the man fell to his knees on the stage with a "plop".Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he suddenly lost his voice and could no longer sing a word, but he couldn't stop panting in pain.

The actor's performance was abnormal, and the dream-like performance was suddenly interrupted, and the audience couldn't help talking.And Christine's hand that was about to reach out to pick off the other's mask stopped, and she looked at him in surprise.

Christine wanted to say something, she felt she should say something.But before she had time to say something, the brown-haired girl was shocked to find that big tears burst out from the edge of her partner's mask and rolled down and fell.Suddenly, Eric took off his mask and ran offstage desperately.

"Eric!" Christine was terrified and subconsciously called out his name.

There was a commotion in the auditorium, the managers had to stand up to maintain order, and the scene was in chaos.Regardless of Raul's worries, Christine ran to the edge of the stage with her skirt in her hand, looked around, and called out in distress, but where could I see Eric?

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Eric rode his horse and galloped, his face completely pale.

His expression was full of extreme fear that could not be concealed, his heart was in pain like a thousand swords, but it was hard to resist the coldness of his whole body.The loss of his singing voice had been forgotten by him, as more terrible things occupied his full attention.Eric knew that he wasn't interrupted by pain to keep singing, he was—

He lost his singing because of severe pain.

The extremely intense pain filled his body like hot magma, and he wanted to get out from any exit like crazy, rampaging through his veins.But instead of cooling down, they are getting more and more hotter.Both the body and mind seemed to burst apart, the inside was hot with pain, but the hands and feet became colder and colder.

How could his pain, wishing to rush out of his throat, be disturbed and unable to sing?That was his instinct, and it was his way of relieving himself from pain for countless days and nights in the past!

But this time it won't work, he has a premonition that there will be nothing he can do.From that magical moment, Eric's singing faded away.Whether it is in the ears of others or in himself, there is no sound at all.

Eric couldn't sing anymore, he didn't even have time to think about it.He was so sad that he couldn't stand up, staggered and wanted to cry on the ground.

Who else could have made him so miserable?What else can take away his singing in an instant?

The most terrifying conjecture had already been born in Eric's mind, but he refused to admit it, so he hurried on.

The violent wind and snow hit him in the face, giving him a cold and cruel blow in an instant.Tears overflowed from the corners of Eric's eyes, which soon froze into thin ice and snow.Then it went round and round, with tears flowing.Regardless of the embarrassment and burden around him, he rushed back desperately...

As if in this way they could catch up with time, catch up with the woman with the golden hair and the bright smile, and beg them to keep her, return her to him, return to him.

He just stumbled and rushed back desperately, with tears all over his face and howling.He seemed to be crying and laughing, his hands and faces had been scratched by the wind and snow and had frostbitten many places... He was desperately catching up on the way back and forth.

Eric is tireless, still chasing, chasing...

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Maybe the heavens had mercy, when halfway through the journey, the snow in the sky gradually became smaller.When Eric gradually approached the suburbs, they all stopped.There is nothing but whiteness and silence between heaven and earth.

The stop of the snow is naturally helpful for the journey. The faster Eric rode his horse, the horse's hooves smashed into pieces and sent snow flying all over the ground.He is almost unaware of the changes in the outside world, and he is so worried that he is about to burst.Throat wanted to roar out the despair of pain, but it was as silent as a deep.

Eric grabbed the reins and galloped along.

He had already seen the shadow of the garden villa in the distance, for some reason he didn't dare to look at it, and slowly stopped the horse.

Eric got off his horse and walked towards the villa.The night was dark, and the snow stopped again. It was really lonely.In the silence, the only sound was the creak of his boots sinking into the snow.

Such silence is disconcerting.In such an extremely quiet environment, many terrible conjectures emerged uncontrollably in Eric's mind.Black dead branches, white falling snow, everything in front of him seemed to turn into a ghost and pounce on him, biting his soul completely.

The man walked in the direction of the villa with difficulty, his heart twitching with great hope and pain, restless.His hands trembled nervously, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

The snow has stopped for a long time. If she walks, there should be footprints outside... No, maybe she left early, and the footprints have been filled.But……

Eric suddenly didn't dare to go any further, he forced his way around a dead tree with trembling in his heart.Immediately, the Phantom of the Opera stood in place as if struck by lightning, unable to move anymore.

Could this be a scene that only appears in nightmares?

How did Enid fall in the snow in her single clothes?How could her feet be dripping with blood, separated from flesh and blood, frozen and buried in ice and snow?How could her face be so pale and lifeless?How could she appear here?How could she sleep here!

That's not her, that must not be her.Enid should be leaning against the warm fire to read, and she should be wearing her gray robe, leaving dreamlike singing in every corner of the world.She should be forever beautiful and forever immortal.How could she still be here?How could it be possible for a person to sleep alone on the snow.

But everything in front of him is obviously not an illusion.

Eric's eyes split open.

He saw Enid lying quietly on the snow in front of the villa, with bright red blood under her body, staining her bruised legs red.The white leg meat seemed to be peeling off from the crystal bones, and fell to the ground with a rustle, extremely tragic.

Her whole body is like a lifeless ice sculpture, but most of her body is still buried in the snow, her peaceful posture seems to be just sleeping under the quilt.

But she never wakes up again.

There seemed to be a faint, peaceful smile on those dead lips.But those lips would never open for him again, never kiss him with volcanic determination.Her blond hair was scattered, frozen hard by the snow, and condensed with ice slag, and her eyelashes were also covered with frost.

Those blue and beautiful eyes would never open again, gazing at him tenderly and peacefully.

How could she fall in the snow in such a mess?How could she leave him in the world so cruelly? !

Eric was hit by great pain, and he staggered back two steps.But soon, more tears welled up from the corners of the man's eyes.The Phantom of the Opera raised his head, and let out a miserable wail that didn't resemble a human voice. He cried loudly and ran towards the beautiful corpse lying in the snow, as if vomiting blood...

Miserable screams and mournful wailing hovered over the snowy land.

The crow perched on the dead branch lowered its head and saw the little dot below that belonged to the man, and it was madly rushing towards the woman lying on the ice and snow.He fell into the snow and struggled to get up again. His eyes were red, like a ghost crawling out from the depths of the ground, and like a lonely soul who had lost everything and had nowhere to go home.

The desperate scream came from his mouth, as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

It saw that Eric's legs were trembling, his hands were so cold that they were blue and white, but he tried his best to crawl towards the figure that seemed close but far away.Finally, his straightened upper body swayed, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth.

Eric climbed up with trembling legs again, he tried his best to run a few steps forward, and finally stood still with his body stiff again.An inhuman sob came out of his mouth, choked by Can Xue.

He couldn't come to her.He also fell on the snow and blood, from excessive grief and convulsions.Big tears rolled down into beads, and the blood was as bright as nausea.Eric was so violently struck that he was forced into a coma and fell unconscious.

The snow began to fall again at some point, and the world was quiet and desolate.The two bodies faced each other across the drifting snow, as if separated by a world, no matter how insurmountable.

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three days later.

Snowflakes fell silently.The remnant snow from the previous snow has just melted away, and a new one is coming again.They are always like this, pure, beautiful, always white and soft, resurrected from the dead.But people don't do that.

The man in black stood silently in the snow, staring sadly at the newly erected tombstone.

Two paragraphs of text are engraved on the smooth-textured marble:

"Enid, 1852-1872."

"There is a wise traveler buried here. She experienced hardships in her short life, but she always gave the world with love. Now, she has returned to the distant place she dreamed of. We will never hear her captivating words again. singing."

The fresh snow is falling, and it collects on the marble tombstones.But the man did not brush away.He squatted down slowly, and placed a thin white mask on the ground in front of the tombstone.He took out the other hand behind his back, holding a bright red rose there.Delicate and charming, with rhizomes like emerald green, stained with crystal white snow.

The man slowly placed it on the edge of the mask in front of the tombstone, his face showing pain.

The Phantom of the Opera is dead, Eric the one who loves you is back.However, you will never be able to see this scene.

He left not a single word of their relationship on her grave, not even a single moment of personal emotion in the epitaph.Since she doesn't want to be Elora, but wants to be Enid, then she is Enid!Since he harmed her so despicably and so stupidly, what right and face does he have to insult her last purity?

No, a person like her must go to heaven, but he will go to hell, and the two will be separated before long.

Eric seemed to have remembered something, and smiled softly.There are tears in the eyes, and Yingran flashes.

The roses seemed to be unbearable to be ravaged by the cold wind, and the delicate and sweet petals trembled.They fell off one by one, and were blown away in front of the grave like blood.Eric couldn't reach out and couldn't hold it, the memory hit him suddenly, and he burst out laughing.

What a ridiculous and absurd cruel reincarnation!

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent, white and boundless, without the slightest human voice.

He smiled and laughed, looking up at the snowflakes fluttering and falling, and even burst into tears, almost weeping blood.He howled in agony, like a lone wolf who lost his lover, and his grief went straight to the sky.The world trembles in this pain, crystal clear, pure white.

Eric's fingers trembled. He seemed to want to touch the name "Enid" on the tombstone, but moved away as if he was electrocuted.

His fingers nervously moved up the shoulder and neck, and finally came to a most familiar position.Suddenly, all the painful memories tore through his mind like an electric shock, Eric pinched his neck like crazy, and his veins bulged.

That black ribbon!That damned black ribbon that caused everything!Among the countless confessions, he hated the source of evil the most.

take it off!Shred it!Let's do it all over again--

He's going to get his singing voice back!He wants his ugliness back!He wants to restore everything to its original appearance!

Eric has come such a long way, and now he finally accepts the truth, finally admits his mistakes with tears, and the delusion has gone around and around, and can return to the beginning.

Come on, take it away!He doesn't want anything, doesn't beg for anything, he just wants to return to his original appearance.He takes back what belongs to him, and no longer desires what does not belong to him.

He will never be deceived again, never have false dignity again.All he wants is his singing!As long as he's real!Take whatever you want!Give me back my original self!give me back!

——That was the real him, the him of the soul, and also the self she loved deeply, and she had always longed for him to admit and face him!His true self!

Eric wept bitterly.

From the beginning to the end, she thought too much about him, she was too kind to him, and she never worried about herself.How is he so stupid?How could he understand her good words until she was dead?How come he didn't muster up the courage until now to tear off that false coat?

Eric scratched his reddened neck hard, sobbing in agony.

Give him back his soul!Let him get real relief!

His efforts were in vain.No matter what, Eric couldn't touch the black ribbon that disappeared without a trace the day he put it on. The witch's treacherous and hoarse voice seemed to echo in his ears again, "As long as you cut the black ribbon around your neck...".

He laughed miserably.

Eric walked up to Enid's tombstone step by step, and finally embraced her deeply.Then, the handsome man, whose face was covered with tears, began to sing with his ghostly and unparalleled voice.

It was the most desperate, desolate, and saddest song, with infinite regret and despair, as if crawling out from the ground, like a wandering spirit, lost and wandering in every corner of the cemetery.Sleeping and dreaming, lingering endlessly.Day and night, darkness without distinction.

Extreme longing, sudden remorse, deep pain, and endless sorrow are all soaked in this lament of the cemetery.

Eric's lips parted and closed violently, he knew he was singing, he knew it!His heart can hear!

The never-ending grief is like a flame licking the soul all the time, and the broken heart can never be whole again.There seems to be pure and elegant music appearing in my ears, but listening carefully is just an illusion, leaving a long silence and sadness.Gradually, the pain has turned into despair, all the beautiful dreams have been torn apart, and even the soul has died!

The mournful grief makes the singing intense and deep, full of all love!And the soul of my true self is trembling and flying, and finally exudes immortal brilliance!

Eric sang loudly, he no longer knew the words and phrases that came out of his mouth, he just sang by instinct.

"...Passing through the painful time silently, the mist is like a courtyard.

The darkness of the night is unbearable, losing your time.

Years and years and my heart aches, my soul is dead and not whole.

The world has collapsed and destroyed for me!

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In the pursuit, if I heard that you called me, I couldn't believe it.

Sadness and joy intertwined, sadness and love meet, tears in the eyes.

My heart is at peace, waiting for the final voice——

Until death brings me to you again!

Until death brings me back to you again! "

He couldn't hear his singing, but the desperate and passionate singing clearly echoed in this silent cemetery.The snow seemed to be falling harder, and the whole world was cut off in a blink of an eye.Eric has come to the deepest and most intense situation, he can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

The voice of the witch seemed to echo in my ears again: "As long as you cut off the black ribbon around your neck..."

His singing weeps blood, smiles with tears, desolate and desperate.Eric laughed and sang, and suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from his pocket.His eyes were blood red, and his voice was sad.

He just cut his own neck with the knife.

The blood splashed three feet high stained the snow in front of the tomb, and the blood-stained black ribbon gradually became visible. It broke into two pieces and slowly fell to the ground.Eric laughed wildly, desolately and desperately, with a strange golden light emitting from the side of his right cheek.He is still singing without hesitation:

"Enid, Enid! Enid! Enid!"

His vision began to blur and his feet went weak.There was only the quietly falling snow and Enid's grave standing silently in front of her eyes.In a daze, he seemed to see the blond girl again, reaching out to him, smiling slightly, as if he was also happy that he had found his true self.

He also showed a happy smile and reached out to her.His hearing seemed to recover suddenly, and Eric heard his own singing, and the high and intense singing was poured into his ears like crazy, like a life-threatening liver——

"...until death brings us back together!"

"...until death brings us back together!!"

Rich and sad, desperate and miserable.

He sang, sang, sang non-stop, until the blood flowed out, and there seemed to be a ray of light in the sky...

"Until death brings us back together!"

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Pedestrians passing by in the distance heard faint singing from the direction of the cemetery.Soaring, sad, intense, and beautiful, it's like an angel singing.

He listened intently, but before he could get any closer, the song suddenly disappeared, just as it had appeared before.The tail sound dissipated between heaven and earth.

The passerby stood blankly for a while, mistakenly thinking that he had bumped into the ghost of some musician, and fled away in a hurry.But in the days that followed, he recalled this wonderful, abrupt, and short-lived song more than once, and told many people about it as a legend.

He told them: If you pass by the cemetery in the suburbs of Paris when it is snowing and listen carefully, you can encounter the singing of angels.

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The next morning, an ugly man was found dead in the cemetery.

He fell in front of a newly erected tombstone, covered in blood, and the strange thing was that he had a peaceful and happy smile on his face until he died.For a time, it became a horror story in Paris.

Soon after, the Shani couple, who were anxiously looking for the whereabouts of their two friends, finally heard the legend.They rushed here urgently to collect the dead Eric's body and deal with the funeral.

According to Eric's will, the maid Tracy got the real estate of the villa, and all the composer's manuscripts were thrown into the fire and burned.

A few days later, a brand new tombstone was erected in its original place.The Shani couple stood silently in front of the tomb, and the tombstone was engraved:

"Eric, Enid."

"A pair of lovers who love each other are buried here. They were once separated, and now they will never be separated."

Christine and Lauer buried Eric and Enid's bodies together.Every winter, they will come here to pay homage to and visit them, and tell about their lives.And maybe the "singing angel" mentioned in the legend of the cemetery really existed, and under its blessing, the Shani and his wife have always lived happily and happily.

--Finish--

The author has something to say: *This is the true ending in my mind.Openending tomorrow to comfort everyone.

*"...until death make us meet again!" This line has a voice in my heart, "Till I hear yoursing", which is the opening song of "The Phantom of the Opera 2: True Love Never Dies".The last sentence "...until I hear you sing again!".

Thick, intense, soulful, and nothing more.