A Picturesque Score of Passing Fantasy

The Phantom.
I couldn't beleive it.
It couldn't be.
There's nothing here that he'd want.

Right now is a really good time to use a profanity.
But I won't, it's a stupid thing to shout out such crass words.

Of course he wanted something.
He wanted Clair.
He wanted Clair.
He wanted my goregeous, radiating, sweet, doll.
My love.
My life.

There.
I wasn't afraid to say it. She was my life. And that's that.
I could not, would not let anything happen to her.

"It cannot be." I looked at Anjelah with hopeless eyes. She seemed to have understood, "Its not fair! Why did Serenia have to come back? She is putting The Dark Masquerade at risk! And more importantly she's putting Clair at risk!" I was starting to sound like a spoiled 5 year old. I was sure of it.

"Ryan," she sighed, "there are things that we can prevent, and things that just need to happen. Serenia and her father could not have been prevented by one of us. It was their choice to come back. Think, you can't live without Clair. She is your life and you are her's. Don't think that Brendon and Serenia didn't have the same emotions for eachother.
They stayed apart, with no connections whatsoever, for 15 years.
15 years!
And you, you poor boy, can't stand a couple hours without seeing Clair at least once." she chuckled, "You love her so much. And they love eachother so much.
'It's not fair!'" she mocked me, "You're starting to sound like a 5 year old!"
Told you.
"We all need a little grace for one another. Don't you think?"

"Yes." I mumbled, staring guiltily at my jet black shoes. I scuffed them on the ground, feeling shameful.

"See." she smirked.

"But how is your little pep talk supposed to help Clair?" I yelled in frustration, "And keep Brendon and Serenia safe." I added in quickly before she start another lecture on kindness.

"You tell me Ross." she grinned.
Great.
It's just going to be one of those days that no one seems to be helping you and that they're just letting you do it all yourself.
I hate these kind of days.
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Where was I?
One second I'm in pure nothingness, the next I'm in sort of banquet hall.
Creepy banquet hall.
Just creepy.

There were cobwebs everywhere.
On the chandeliers.
On the ceiling.
On the tables.
On the wine glasses.
On the-
You get it.

There was dust everywhere.
On the table.
One the-
I don't think I need to start that again.

Gabe doesn't know where he is.
I'm talking to myself, in third person.
Now there's something really wrong with me
Seriously wrong with me.

I tried to replay the events that occured through out today.
-met Clair
-flirted with Clair
-found out she was with Ryan
-Gabe is not very pleased with this. There I go with the third person again.
-Pete, Gabe-me. I mean me, and Will agree to take Clair back to Harlequin Theatre.
-I walk up the stairs of doom
-I was scared to walk up them because I feared that they might colapse.
Really Gabe, they're freaking granite!
-Got swallowed up by the floor instead
-nothingness
-and now I'm here
-and I really want Pete or William here because I'm scared.
-really badly

Like now.