»”Erik”, I cried, “show me your face without fear!
I swear that you are the most unhappy and sublime of men; and, if ever again I shiver when I look at you, it will be because I am thinking of the splendor of your genius!”
Then Erik turned round, for he believed me, and I also had faith in myself.
He fell at my feet, with words of love… with words of love in his dead mouth…and the music had ceased…
He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes.«
-Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
An illustration of the scene. I think I’m going to make some touch ups but that’s it. :)