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Definitely can’t forget to take my meds tonight.
I desperately want to know what’s going on, who’s saving me, where I am, but my mind can’t hold on to more than the gentle lullaby whispered by the deep voice above me. It’s soothing and exhilarating. Heavenly and sinful, like a true demon of music, lulling me to trust him. I don’t fight it. For the first time since my dad died, I feel comforted despite the roiling pressure in my mind. I crave the acceptance of my demon’s embrace.
“My home. You are with your démon de la musique, ma jolie petite muse. You have no need to fear me.”
“I heard that in one of your lyrics. It fits. The world already knows me as the Phantom of the French Quarter. But being your démon de la musique is what I didn’t know I craved. Hearing your voice singing my music is… perfection.”
“Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
I’m alive with the rush his attention gives me.
How many deaths can someone be responsible for in their lifetime before their soul is black as night? Is there any coming back from that?
“Sometimes happiness is just happiness, ma jolie petite muse. There’s no need to second-guess it. Just enjoy it.”
What I have with Scarlett will always be shrouded in darkness, no matter how much I wish to go into the light with her. Phantoms don’t survive in the light.
“Look, Scarlett, if you really believe I’ve only hurt you and have never had your best intentions in mind, then you should go.” The words rumble out of me like thunder in an approaching storm. “But if you leave now, I’ll know you’re done with me. And I… I’ll be done with you. Like you want.”
“You’re my pretty little muse, Scarlett. I worship your voice. Your body, mind, and soul are no different.”
“It took losing the letters, the music, you, to realize I’ve fallen for you. I think I fell for you from the moment I read your first note written as sheet music.
“I’ve always felt at ease with you.
“I loved you when you were only music sheets, roses, and letters. You’ve been here for me longer than I ever knew. I never want to let you go again. I want to be yours.”
I’ll be forever tied to him.
“Torture is never getting the chance to fight.”
She is my moonlight when my world gets too dark.
