*will not cry in front of stranger. will not cry in front of stranger. will not cry in front of stranger. for sake of masculine dignity and Opera Ghost reputation, will not cry in front of stranger dealing out hugs.*
Ah. Well, er, hello, then, Mlle. Romy.
I'm Erik. Er, the Phantom of the Opera, or the Opera Ghost, and what have you.
*totally would not be opening up to strangers, etc, on normal circumstances, but is omgsoemotional lately that he seeks comfort anywhere available*
It's... it's my wife, I've been awful, and she left, and... and... I don't know how you could help. *sigh* Do you know Christine? Opera singer, blonde hair, faint Swedish accent? That's her.
Originally it was because she believed I had been unfaithful to her--which is, of course, absolutely ridiculous--look at me, I mean! and--I would never do that! I love her with all of my being.
And... when she left, it... it was, er, the third time she'd left me in the course of... our knowing one another...
an-and, I have, I, I have a bit of... of a complex about her l-leaving me... s-so I was very... very angry. M-my temper, is... er, well, renowned in Paris for its shortness. and... we... f-f-fought, a few times, at the m-mansion.... it was terrible, we screamed and yelled and... at, at one point, I... *blinks back tears* ... I h-h-h-hurt her! *sobs uncontrollably*
and now sh-she wwants to have a d-divorce, and I don't b-blame her; I'm a monster! I'm a m-monster... *holds head in hands and lets loose another crying fit*
*VERY cautiously puts an arm around him* *softly* No, you're not a monster. You're human, and you made a mistake, and now you feel -awful-. ...How did you hurt her?
*finds the arm around him strangely comforting, although foreign*
*amidst sobs* I... I gr-grabbed her, much t-too roughly... by the wrists...and...the n-next time I saw her, she had... bruises! Because of, of me! And I'm--I'm her husband! I'm supposed t-to p-p-protect her, and, and, I... I can't believe... I...
*deadly serious* I would never hurt her. Ever. She's--she's my entire world; I'm n-nothing without her. M-my dear... little angel... L-look at me, I'm... I'm a wreck! I can't live without her! *sobs*
*reflexively puts her arms around him and strokes his hair* Sh... Sh... You need to talk to her... Just talk to her, and don't lose your temper. Can you do that?
*is wearing a wig (due to hair's inability to grow on extremely deformed scalp), but will allow her to believe this is real hair*
Sh-she won't t-t-talk to me, I know it... I wr-wrote her a note, and, and she came up to me in the m-mansion and told me she'd gotten it, but... there was nothing to say; we were b-both silent and... I'm afraid sh-she doesn't love me anymore! She's n-not even going to write back... How can I talk to her if she never wants to see me again? I... I can't...
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Thank you, in any case, m-mademoiselle.
O.G.
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Peachy. -_-
O.G.
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*squirms away*
Wh-who are you?!
O.G.
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I'm Romy.
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Ah. Well, er, hello, then, Mlle. Romy.
I'm Erik. Er, the Phantom of the Opera, or the Opera Ghost, and what have you.
O.G.
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...Do you want to talk about what's wrong? Maybe I can help?
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It's... it's my wife, I've been awful, and she left, and... and... I don't know how you could help. *sigh* Do you know Christine? Opera singer, blonde hair, faint Swedish accent? That's her.
O.G.
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Originally it was because she believed I had been unfaithful to her--which is, of course, absolutely ridiculous--look at me, I mean! and--I would never do that! I love her with all of my being.
And... when she left, it... it was, er, the third time she'd left me in the course of... our knowing one another...
an-and, I have, I, I have a bit of... of a complex about her l-leaving me... s-so I was very... very angry. M-my temper, is... er, well, renowned in Paris for its shortness. and... we... f-f-fought, a few times, at the m-mansion.... it was terrible, we screamed and yelled and... at, at one point, I... *blinks back tears* ... I h-h-h-hurt her! *sobs uncontrollably*
and now sh-she wwants to have a d-divorce, and I don't b-blame her; I'm a monster! I'm a m-monster... *holds head in hands and lets loose another crying fit*
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*amidst sobs* I... I gr-grabbed her, much t-too roughly... by the wrists...and...the n-next time I saw her, she had... bruises! Because of, of me! And I'm--I'm her husband! I'm supposed t-to p-p-protect her, and, and, I... I can't believe... I...
*deadly serious* I would never hurt her. Ever. She's--she's my entire world; I'm n-nothing without her. M-my dear... little angel... L-look at me, I'm... I'm a wreck! I can't live without her! *sobs*
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Sh-she won't t-t-talk to me, I know it... I wr-wrote her a note, and, and she came up to me in the m-mansion and told me she'd gotten it, but... there was nothing to say; we were b-both silent and... I'm afraid sh-she doesn't love me anymore! She's n-not even going to write back... How can I talk to her if she never wants to see me again? I... I can't...
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