[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

I love Phantom, but I never wanted to be with him.

I never thought that he would come to me.

The surrounding candles gradually dimmed, and a drop of candle tears slowly dripped down along the gold leaf candlestick.A slender, thin, thin figure was cast on the wall in front of my bed.

He was wearing a top hat and an extremely long cape with intricate and familiar patterns embroidered on the neckline.I recognize that pattern, more than 20 years ago, I picked up a cloak of the same style in the underground labyrinth of an opera house.

"Ghost..." For some reason, I thought of him.

The cold wind outside the window, the dark clouds are surging, the candlelight is shivering in the crazy night wind, everything is so hazy and terrifying.I watched him take a step forward, tightening the neckline of the cloak with one hand, and lowering the brim of his hat with the other.

After a long time, he opened his mouth, his voice was low, like the song of a siren in a storm, which was as confusing as the song: "Ms. Jiri."

My brain went blank for a moment, and I will never forget this voice: "The ghost of the theater?"

He was noncommittal, and walked to my bedside: "She's dead."

It seemed to be him.I just said, how come the phantom came to me for no reason, it turned out that Christine passed away.

I love The Phantom, and likewise, I love Kristen.But Phantom loves her madly, because of this, I really can't treat her like before, so I haven't contacted her for more than ten years.

The Phantom seemed to be looking at me, and I felt his gaze—cold, cold, and emotionless, completely different from the gaze he had gazed at Christine in the dark.The way he looked at Christine was obsessed, crazy.If roses could be watered with love, with the degree of his obsession with Christine, he would probably be able to irrigate hundreds of acres of rose fields.

Before waiting for my answer, Phantom didn't care too much, he was used to people's silence and resistance: "You broke up with her for more than ten years, why?"

"No reason." He really came for her.

"She wants to see you."

"You said she was dead."

"You will die too." Phantom said lightly, reaching out and pinching my neck.

The candlelight trembled violently at this moment, and the night turned into a mass of thick ink that could not be melted away.I may be crazy, but I wanted to say: If I listen to you, can you let me see your face?

Yes, I have never seen his true face.My eyes can only ever chase his shadow.Christine said that he looked terribly horrible, like a ghost from hell.

If possible, I really want to tell him that in this world, there may be people who are too obsessed with the appearance of beauty and ugliness, but I will not.

He is so talented and charming, how could I give up chasing him because of his looks?

The air quickly passed through my mouth and nose, and a white mist rose before my eyes.Am I dying?Then, can I say what I have been hiding for so long?

Consciousness gradually blurred, I saw Phantom taking off his top hat, revealing his masked face, he stared at me mercilessly, with indifferent eyes shot out of his skull-like eye holes: "Goodbye."

"Eric!" I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my hand and clenched his wrist tightly.His wrist is very thin, and the skin is tightly attached to the bone, and I feel like I am holding a hand bone.

"You know my name," he was taken aback for a moment, and soon recovered his calmness. "It seems that you must hate me very much."

"No!" If you don't say it, there will be no chance.I tried to tilt my head and put my lips on his palm: "I love you."

His eyes were a little confused: "What do you mean?" I am really satisfied, I let him show such a look.

"I said, I love you."

He was silent for a few seconds, then grabbed my neck again: "Smart words, believe it or not, I will cut off your tongue."

Anyway, I am in my twilight years, and I may die at any time.I replied quite boldly: "Please feel free, as long as you can remember my name, it is my honor to die by your hands."

After hearing this, Phantom lost her mind for a moment: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Not afraid."

He sneered: "Then you go to die."

The cloud of death shrouded my head again, and I could feel the oxygen being pulled away quickly.The throat hurts sharply, and the lungs also hurt sharply. It turns out that this is the feeling of being about to suffocate.Thankfully, I can still make a sound at this time: "If I can, I would like to ask you one thing..."

He paused for a while, then let go of his hand slightly: "What's the matter."

"Can I die listening to your singing?"

I really want to find an artist to draw his expression at this moment.He completely let go of my neck, hugged his elbows, and put his index finger against his lips, as if wondering if he heard it wrong: "Have you heard me sing?"

"You performed on the same stage with Christine, and the whole theater heard it."

"But you've remembered it till now." He glanced at me as he spoke.He finally looked me in the eye.

"Because it's really unforgettable."

"Madman." Finally, he said, without singing for me, "I'm leaving, you live well, although you look like you won't live long."

I lightly touched the bruise on my neck, and asked him in a low voice, "Can't we really sing a song before leaving?"

I don't know if he hesitated or hesitated, but he stood there for a long time before refusing and saying, "Sorry."

After saying this, he put on his tall hat, hid his figure with a cloak, and left in a hurry.

I remembered this day for a long time, and until I died normally, I was still reminiscing about his voice, fingers, eyes, breath, and back that day.In my heart, he is no longer a living person, but a totem, a symbol, and a memory—he represents me on stage when I was young.

I am very interested in singing, but unfortunately my voice is mediocre and the range is narrow. Even if I live again, he may not see my existence.

Against the backdrop of Christine's angelic face and voice, I became the most ordinary ballerina on stage, without the ability to dance or sing solo.Phantoms are shadow singers hiding in the dark, and I am not even qualified to sing for shadows.

If I had to say something special about me, it would probably be my love for the Phantom.Although ordinary is like dust, my love is like a fire, and it has never increased or decreased from the beginning to the end, and it is always the same.