Word count 2286
Requested by @Zoe253
Sorry it took a while for me to write

You quietly lay in your bed as you listen to the soft breathing of the other sleeping ballerina dancers. No matter how hard you tried, you could not fall asleep. Normally, you didn't have this problem, but tonight it seemed like your body refused to go to sleep. You try to think of anything to help you fall asleep, but nothing comes to mind, except one thing.

You slowly sit up and slip out of your bed, careful to not make a sound. You quietly slip on your white robe and pink ballet slippers, since they are the closest and quietest shoes you own, and tiptoe out of the room. Once out of the room, you begin to make your way through the dark hallways towards Carlotta's dressing room.

You have to walk slowly since the hallway is pitch black and you forgot to get a candle. So after a few minutes of slowly navigating your way through the hallways to come up to the dressing room door. You put your hand on the cold, metal doorknob and slowly turn it to the right, opening the large wooden door. The door doesn't make a sound as you open it and once the door is completely open, you slip inside the dressing room and close the door behind you.

Once the door is closed, you turn and look around in the large room. The room is filled with the hundreds of costumes and outfits Carlotta goes through every day, her vanity is covered in the many wigs and makeup she uses, as well as a spray she has for her voice, and the walls are covered in a dark pink wallpaper and large portraits of Carlotta. You softly snicker at the sight of the portraits before walking towards the large mirror with the golden frame. While to many people it looks like it is only a mirror, to you, you know that their is more to it.

Once in front of the mirror, you can't help but look at your appearance. Your h/l h/c hair is slightly messy since you were laying down and small bags rest under you e/c eyes. Your white robe is covering most of the f/c nightgown you have on and only shows the ends of your pink ballet slippers. You raise a s/c hand and try to smooth down your hair, so you look a little more presentable before taking a deep breath and sliding the mirror to the side, which reveals the entrance to the catacombs. You cautiously walk into catacombs before turning around and closing the mirror, leaving you alone in the catacombs.

Turning back around, you begin the walk through the catacombs, so you can see your angel of music, or as you call him, Erik Destler. You have known Erik for almost two years now. You meet when you first moved into the Paris Opera House. Your parents saw how good of a dancer you were and decided to send you to Paris so you could become a famous dancer. But, while you loved dancing, your true passion was singing, but, not wanting to disappoint your parents, you agreed to go. Once you got there, you immediately became the outcast, since you were new and everyone else had been there already for many years. So being the outcast meant you were alone most of the time and with that alone time, you would quietly sing to yourself, but little did you know that someone was listening.

One day, while you were singing, you heard a voice, almost angelic sounding. The voice asked you if you would like to receive singing lessons so I could become a better singer. You accepted, maybe a little too fast, but regardless of that, you unknowingly changed your life. From that day forward, you received a voice lesson every night and for a year, you received singing lessons only hearing the angelic voice of, what you though was, an angel. Until that one night......

*Flashback*
You sang the last note of the song with all the passion you had left and once the note was finished, you heard the sound of clapping. "Brava," you heard your angel say. "Brava. I must say y/n, you have greatly improved over the past year."

You feel your cheeks get warm as a smile spreads across your face. "Thank you, angel," you say, happily.

"In fact," you hear him continue. "I am so impressed, I think it is time for you to meet me in person."

"Really," you say, barely able to conceal the excitement you're feeling.

"Yes, angel," you hear him say.

You can barley conceal your excitement as you wait in the silence. A moment later, you can sense a presence behind you. "Turn around, angel," you hear your angel say, close to your ear. You shiver a little before turning around to see your angel.

Honestly, you were surprised to see that your angel was an ordinary man. He didn't have a glow around him, or big white wings, or even a halo, the only thing that was different about him was the snow white mask that laid on the right side of his face. You smiled at the sight of him, you finally meet your angel.

*End of Flashback*

You smile as you remember that night. From that night forward, your bond only grew. After lessons, you two would sit across from each other and just talk. You told him about your childhood and why you were here at he Opera House. He eventually told you his real name and even brought you down to his lair once. But, he never told you about his past; if you asked, his golden eyes would darken and his body would stiffen, which always silenced you from asking again. Even though he refused to tell you about his past, you couldn't help the fact that you felt yourself slowly falling in love with him. Shaking your head softly, you knew that he could never love you back. You were the outcast of the ballerina dancers and he probably wanted someone better anyway.

Sighing, you look up and see the lake that separates you from the his lair. The boat isn't at the shore, which means he is at his lair, but that also means that you need to walk through the water. You sit down on the cold ground of the catacombs and begin to untie your ballet slippers, since you don't want to get them wet. But as you take off your second slipper, you hear singing.

You pause for a moment and then realize that it is Erik singing (the song at the beginning). You quickly stand and rush over to the edge of the lake. You pick up the bottom of your robe and nightgown and hold it one hand while your other one holds your slippers as you step into the lake. The water feels like ice against your warm skin and you resist the urge to shriek from the cold. So you quietly make your way through the lake, listening to your angel sing.

The song makes your heart break. He sounds so broken in that moment, as he sings about how no one would listen to him. You come up to the gate that is the final barrier between you and Erik. Looking through the large holes in the gate, you see that his back is too you. He is dressed in his normal attire of black pants and shoes and white shirt, the only exception of his black cape and jacket are missing. You see him next to his organ as he continues the sad song, but the next part of the song gets you. He starts to sing about a girl.

"Then at last, a voice in the gloom seemed to cry "I hear you;" You felt your heart speed up. "Could I possibly be the girl he is singing about," you think as you continue to listen.

"I hear your fears, your torment and your tears. She saw my loneliness, shared in my emptiness. No one would listen; No one but her heard as the outcast hears. No one would listen, no one but her heard as the outcast hears..." The whole time Erik was singing, you felt your eyes fill with tears, regardless whether the girl was you or not, you wished to take all his pain away. By the time he was finished, tears were streaming down your face and, before you could stop it, a quiet sob escaped your lips.

Erik turned around in the blink of an eye, Punjab in hand. Once he saw you, he dropped his Punjab and stood up. "Y/n," he said as he walked over to the lever that would raise the gate. "What are you doing here?"

You watch as Erik pushes the level, allowing the gate to rise so you can enter. "I couldn't sleep and I wanted to talk with you since you're the only person who will," you say as you walk towards him, a few tears still streaming down your face.

Erik meets you at the edge of the shore and helps you up. "But why are you crying, angel," he asks with concern.

You let go of your robe and nightgown once on shore and look up at him. "Because I heard you sing," you say so quiet you are worried he didn't hear you.

You see his gaze leave yours. "How much did you hear," he asks. You had never seen him act like this before.

"The whole song," you answer, timidly.

You watch as he turns around and walks over to his desk. In that moment, your heart breaks. "I was foolish to think I was the person you were thinking about," you say softly, mainly to yourself.

Erik instantly turns around. "What did you say," he asks.

Shaking your head, you turn away. "It doesn't matter," you say as a tear slides down your cheek.

You hear foot steps behind you and you feel a cold hand land on your shoulder. You shiver from the cold as you are gently turned around. Your face is inches away from Erik's, causing your heart to beat faster.

"It does matter," he says, gently. "What did you say?"

You don't meet his gaze as you quietly say,"I was foolish to think that I was the person you were singing about."

It is absolutely silent for a moment before you feel Erik's cold finger go under your chin. He gently lifts your chin up, so you are now meeting his gaze. "Y/n, I was singing about you," he says.

"Really," you ask in disbelief.

"Yes, angel," he says with a small smile as he wipes away one of your tears.

You can't help but smile since he said that the night you first met him in person. "I was worried it wasn't me," you admit.

"It has only ever been you," he says. "Because......" He stops speaking, as if he was about to say something he's not supposed to say.

"Because what," you ask.

"Because I love you," he says.

You feel a smile spread across your face as your eyes fill with tears of joy. "Erik," you say happily. "I love you too."

You see a smile spread across Erik's face too. You see his gaze flicker to your lips for a moment before you press your lips to his. Erik seems shocked by the kiss at first, but soon relaxes into it. As you kiss him, you raise a hand and gently lay it on his mask. This causes him pull away and gently put his hand on yours so he can move it, but you keep your hand there.

"Erik, you don't have to hide anything from me," you say. You honestly did not know what his mask covered; he never told you.

"But it's better if you don't know," he says, his voice quiet.

Your heart breaks at the sound of his voice, but you keep your hand where it is. "Please," you say, looking straight into his eyes.

He never breaks your gaze as he removes his hand from yours. You wrap your under the rim of his mask and gently take it off his face. You see Erik's eyes close once the mask is off. Once you see his face, your heart fills with compassion. Yes, his face was not the prettiest sight, but she had seen worse.

You place your hand on his deformed cheek, causing him to flinch. You lean forward and place a gentle kiss onto his deformed cheek. As you move back, you see Erik's eyes on you, filled a little with tears. "See," you say. "You don't have to hide anything from me." You see Erik smile a little as a single tear goes down his cheek. You raise a hand and gently wipe the tear away.

You knew that to see this side of Erik was rare and it might be a while before you saw it again, but you knew that Erik would be able to go to you about anything and nothing that he did would change your feelings towards him and he knew the same for you as well.

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Hey guys! I know I updated! I'm sorry that it has taken me forever to update I have been busy with summer school so I have not had time to update, but I just finished my biggest class today so I should be able to update more often now! So I hope you enjoyed this one shot!