Oᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 14. 2024
It's late, but Phillípe finds himself miles away from his home at Alessia's front door, knocking. He's determined to know whether he's correct about her or not, which it seems he is, now what? What happens next? She sent him her address, telling him to come over. He isn't afraid, but he is definitely on edge, because he doesn't know her reason for needing his presence and he's also contradicting himself as to why he's showing up.
She won't kill him, will she? If she's the Phantom, that means she's evil, right? However, all their previous interactions beg to differ.
The door opens and she's standing there, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in black silk. She didn't expect him to come so soon and hopes he'll make no comment about her appearance. Phillípe on the other hand notices something else; her demeanor is different (usually, her face would be a blank slate, but now, her expression is soft and neutral), and though she looks relaxed, she's thinking hard. Silently, she steps aside, making way for his entrance and he nods a greeting, cautiously walking into the devil's door.
The door clicks shut and Phillípe has 911 on speed dial, with his hands in the front pockets of his sweat pants. This isn't a trap, this isn't a trap, this isn't a tr—
"Phil."
He turns around to look at her, wondering if their going to sit at all. No? Or, is she going to do something? This isn't a trap, this isn't a—
"I'm the Phantom." She states so out of the blue that the only thing he can do is stare, in shock.
Is this how it's supposed to go? He's confused. Is she going to tell me everything then kill me later?
"However," she starts again, "I don't want to be anymore."
"S–S–S·So, w–what about it?" He stutters, anticipating an and everything right about now.
"I want you to turn me in."
"What?"
"Isn't that your dream?" She tilts her head in question.
Yes! Yes it is! But, this is... Beyond what he expected. "I..."
She looks down at her feet, her damp hair falls, curtaining her face away from his confused view. She knows what she wants, she knows why she called him here, but his reaction is unfortunate. Is he so scared that he can't agree? Does he not believe her, or does he not want to overall? She hears him sigh.
"Why all of a sudden?" He finally speaks, "I thought the Phantom was this horrible person who goes on killing sprees for the heck of it, but she looks more in pain than anyone else. Why are you sad?"
Again? Seriously? However, she can't deny it this time.
"You're right." She rolls her eyes. "You've been right since the beginning. I'm sad because I'm going through hell, the fucking worst of the worst of hell." She spits. "I'm not simply making excuses as to why In a murderer, it's the truth. I was young and had a strong influence which brought me to where I am now. I've realized my wrongs and I'm just trying to make things right, but there's someone who won't let me go so easily..."
Phillípe thoughtlessly moves towards her. "Which bastard is that?"
She lifts her head to gaze up at him. Did she say too much, or should she tell him everything? Wouldn't it be unfair to involve him deeper when she only wants to grant his wish? She stats quiet, watching his brows knit together, while her phone pings on the bar, unheard.
"You're not going to tell me—?"
"You know," she begins, cutting him off as soon as he's about to elongate the topic she wants to drop, "your name... It reminds me of someone I cherished. They're gone now though. We might not be close enough to say that we have what me and that person had, but I wouldn't want to know that someone got rid of you because you're involved with me..."
It's his turn to be silent, staring her down when she lowers her eyes again.
"Do me this one favour, Phillípe," she continues, "then move on with your life."
He steps back, further into the living room, closing his eyes and turning his back to her. His chest rises and falls heavily as he huffs, "Okay," but it isn't so easy to forget and move on, "if you go out with me right now," and it still won't be easy, even if she accepts his request, "on a date."
"But, it's late." She says.
Both his hands go his hips and he laughs, "Haha, I don't care. Let's play pretend until the sun rises." He suggests and his voice trembles.
Realizing that this probably means more to him that she can ever imagine, she quickly takes his arm, "Okay, I know a place. Let's go stargazing."
And, they went stargazing.