[All Erik had to do was call. That's all he had to do, and she'd come to him. So that's what he'd do. She felt distant to him and Erik wanted to mend this. What better way than through music?
So he calls for her, voice soft and beckoning. Difficult to ignore. Difficult to resist.]
[Even if his reply were to be taken completely literally, it still would cut as sharply as it manages to. She closes her eyes again, at war with herself and how she is feeling about all of this.
There was no reason for her to be taking this all as personally as she was. He was a man and he had every right to seek the companionship of someone other than her a woman if it pleased him. Wasn't he deserving of any happiness he could manage? The thought makes her physically ill and she lowers the communicator to her lap, rolling her gaze heavenward.
She does not mean to broadcast the next words, meaning them only for a father nearly ten years dead and gone.]
You promised me ..
[She makes no attempt to wipe away the tears as they roll down her cheeks, uncertain when they began or why, exactly, the pain in her chest hurts so. damn. much. Her words are soft as she speaks to her Angel again, a weight pressing on her that she'd have never expected.]
I miss you too ..
[The feed cuts out .. she may, or may not .. receive anything else he sends to her. Please excuse her while she b'awws a bit .. ;__; ]
[Erik's grip on his communicator tightens. Her words weigh heavily on him. But please understand, Christine. Erik has not left you. And he never will. For as long as you have a closet and/or mirror for him to hide behind, Erik will always be there to stalk you and obsess over you from afar.]
Christine...
[Fffff he needed to calm her down. He would not rest at all knowing that she was so torn up about what was happening. He wasn't entirely sure if she can hear him or not, but he's singing to her. A lullaby he sang to her when she was child. It always helped to calm her down. Maybe things hadn't changed that much between them. Erik could only hope.]
There was no reason for her to be taking this all as personally as she was. He was a man and he had every right to seek the companionship of someone other than her a woman if it pleased him. Wasn't he deserving of any happiness he could manage? The thought makes her physically ill and she lowers the communicator to her lap, rolling her gaze heavenward.
She does not mean to broadcast the next words, meaning them only for a father nearly ten years dead and gone.]
You promised me ..
[She makes no attempt to wipe away the tears as they roll down her cheeks, uncertain when they began or why, exactly, the pain in her chest hurts so. damn. much. Her words are soft as she speaks to her Angel again, a weight pressing on her that she'd have never expected.]
I miss you too ..
[The feed cuts out .. she may, or may not .. receive anything else he sends to her. Please excuse her while she b'awws a bit .. ;__; ]
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Christine...
[Fffff he needed to calm her down. He would not rest at all knowing that she was so torn up about what was happening. He wasn't entirely sure if she can hear him or not, but he's singing to her. A lullaby he sang to her when she was child. It always helped to calm her down. Maybe things hadn't changed that much between them. Erik could only hope.]
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