Exhausted, Antoinette sat down in front or her mirror. It was the only time of day that she had to her self and she appreciated it greatly. She took out the pin that held up her long braid, and slowly un-braided her hair. She shook out her hair and ran her fingers through the soft waves, and couldn't help noticing how her hair caught the light.
She wasn't the only one. For as long as he had known her, Erik always loved watching his Madame un-raid her hair. It was his favourite time of day. He saw her sigh, and knew she was wishing that she didn't look so old. Not that she did. There where a few more lines on her face then there had been and only last week he noticed that she had some grey strands amongst the auburn mass, never the less, she still was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Most people saw her as an uptight, strict ballet mistress, but he saw so much more then that. He saw an intelligent, strong, capable and beautiful woman.
He still remembered all those years ago looking up to see her face through the bars of his cage, and thinking for the first time, there was some good in this world. Over time he learnt to trust her, he had to rely on her. They became close. Too close, well that's what she thought. When she had finally surrendered to him, it had all been worth it, even though it was only once. Then she got married, god, he couldn't even bear to say her husband's name. All of a sudden she wasn't as interested in him, she spent her time being Madame Giry, and doing all things that where required of her. Her daughter came along nine months after they where married. Nine months after he thought he finally had her…..
It had crossed his mind on more then one occasions that Meg maybe his, but he was never game enough to ask her. If she wanted him to know, then he would be happy to here it, but otherwise it really didn't bother him.
She was getting into bed now. She looked so small in that humungous bed. She shuts her eyes.
"Goodnight sweet Annie" he whispered.
Now press the purple button…..