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As I've said before, this is written by a friend. But she's always whining that it's not good, and it sucks, and stuff like that.
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Writer's POV

He laid her on his bed and caressed her cheek. He nearly didn't dare to look at her body.

'I'm not worth such perfection.' he said to himself. How could he even think that a woman like Christine would fall in love with him while his face was like this?

He sighed deeply when he looked at Christine for one more time, then he walked over to his piano.

He spent nearly the whole night making music until he heard a sound from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Christine. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then he went on playing piano. He felt her coming closer and closer. Then she placed her hand on his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment for he wasn't used to physical contact. She touched his face gently. Erik exhaled and relaxed, closing his eyes. When he felt her hands reaching to his mask he stood up immediately before she could see it.

'No!' he said louder than he wanted and pushed her away. He looked at Christine, she looked shocked by his sudden anger.

What have you done? You scared her, now she really thinks that you're a monster.

'I... I... I'm sorry,' he didn't dare to look at her, 'please forgive me.'

'Angel?' Christine asked.

'Please, don't call me like that, Christine. I don't deserve that.'

'Will you please tell me your name then?'

'My name?... My name is Erik. I'm Erik... Destler. Yes, Erik Destler.'

He still didn't dare to face her, he just couldn't.

He walked away a little, towards the doll and looked at it.

'I'm sorry, I lied to you, Christine. I'm not the Angel of Music. I'm just nothing.'

Christine walked to him.

'That's not true, Erik,' she said, his name sounding strange to his ears, 'nothing will ever change the fact that you're very important to me. When my father died, it was because of you that I didn't drown in my own tears. You will always be my Angel of Music.'

He finally dared to face her, she smiled, and after a while, he did too.

Christine's POV

He smiled, he seemed even more beautiful to me when he smiled. I knew this man for only a few hours and yet as long as I can remember. I felt that he loved me and cared about me like no-one else did.

I looked at the right side of Erik's face, his mask. What would be underneath it?

'I'm sorry, love,' Erik said like he knew what I was thinking. 'You can't see my face yet. It will do no good.'

'Not yet? You mean, I will see it once?'

'Perhaps... I should bring you back, I guess everyone, especially Le Vicomte, is worried about you.'

Raoul, I nearly forgot him. What would he think of me because I didn't show up?

'Perhaps...' I mumbled

Erik brought me back to my room.

'When will we meet again?' I asked him.

'Soon enough, love.' he said, and disappeared into the darkness of the mirror.

I sat on my bed thinking about Erik and especially his eyes. I saw a lot in his eyes: betrayal, anger, sadness, shame but most of all love. The way this man looked at me made me feel safe. I've never seen so much love in human eyes before. I never thought that there would be someone again who cared as much about me as my father did. Yes, Raoul loves me too but not like this, Raoul isn't this caring and soft.

Suddenly someone entered my room and woke me from my thoughts. It was Madame Giry.

'So, Erik finally brought you back I see.' she said.

'Erik?' I asked, 'you mean you know Erik?'

'Yes, I know him.' she said and sat down next to me.

'How have you met him? And why does he wear a mask?'

'I don't know if this is the right moment to tell you that.'

'Please, Madame, tell me.'

'I don't think he will like it if I...'

'Pleeeaaassssee, Madame.'

She sighed.

'Very well. I once found him long ago at a travelling fair. He was only a child. There he was an attraction called: "The Devil's Child". He was locked in a cage and people were laughing at him, shouting at him and throwing things at him. It was horrible. I couldn't leave him there, so I hid him here in the opera-house, far away from the world and it's cruelties. Since then he has lived here, it was his playground and now his artistic domain.'

'I don't really understand it. Why was he locked and why does he wear a mask?'

'He is... He is deformed, more monster than human, that is the reason for all the misery that has befallen him.'

'Deformed...' I mumbled, 'so he has never left the opera-house since then?'

'No, he never leaves the opera-house.' Madame Giry stood up. 'That's all I can tell you.' she said.

'Thank you, Madame, that helped me a lot.'

'I think it's better for you to sleep for a while.' she said and left my room.

She was right, I was very tired after all that happened to me. And before my head reached my pillow, I fell asleep.