A/N: Okay i know its short but i have more waiting! it will get better!

Christine felt terrible. She had left the man who loved her with all his soul for Raoul. Raoul, the man she thought she loved. She never knew how wrong she had been. The last thing she felt for Raoul was love now. Ugh, she didn't even want to think about him right now. She wished she could go back to Erik, if only she knew where she was.

Without knowing where to look, she started at the Opera Populaire. It pained her to see the building that used to be so great and beautiful burned from the horrible fire. Oh, how she remembered that night so vividly. Had it been over a month ago? It felt like it had been years. Ever since she left her angel, every day had felt so empty.

Pushing the memory from her mind, she walked up the steps. She knew it was foolish to go into a building that could easily shatter at touch, but she had to find Erik. Carefully she pushed open the doors and ran up the stairs, hoping the floor wouldn't cave. She ran to the only passage she knew, in Carlotta's dressing room, through the mirror. Even in the dark, it wasn't hard to find the room considering she'd lived there since she was a child.

It hurt her so much to see everything in ashes. But she tried to ignore it. She ran to the mirror and pried at the side trying to pull it open. After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts, she heard a "click" and the mirror opened a half inch. She quickly slid it over to see the long dark corridor ahead. How will I ever find my way down? She started down the passageway, praying she wouldn't get lost.

What if she didn't find him? What if he didn't love her anymore? She doubted that. Erik loved her more than any love she had ever known. Do I love him? She thought. She didn't know. If she didn't then why would she be blindly walking down this dark and dank corridor with filthy rats to find him? Love him or not, she needed him. In the past month without him, it had been so different. She had thought with Raoul, she would be happy. Life was so empty without her Angel. She needed to see him.

She turned a corner and relief flushed through her body. There was the lake, leading to his lair. But it seemed as though her luck ran out, for the gondola wasn't on this side. Oh well, she thought as she pulled up her lacy dress and trudged into the cold, misty water to find her angel.

Erik felt so empty. He didn't want to even live. Why should a monster like him live? Why had he ever been born? His reason for life had left him, so there was no point anymore. Christine, his beautiful angel, the one he had given everything, left him. Not that he didn't expect this to happen. Why would anyone ever love such a disgusting beast such as himself? His mother didn't even love him. Why would someone so beautiful and lovely ever find interest in this monster?

He threw a pile of music sheets in the floor. All were written for Christine, arias of his love and hope. His love and hope that had been crushed and torn apart. God, why don't you just kill me now? Spare me from this life of torture and loss. His thoughts of self pity were interrupted when he heard sloshing in the lake. So the authorities decided to come back? He decided to hide and wait for them to leave; this was the only place he could ever call home. He hid behind a curtain that covered the remains of a shattered mirror, and listened to the people…no…person, approaching.

promise it will get better! next chapter = fluffy! please review!