Erik stared at Christine through the mirror. He often came to watch her while she slept, to insure his angel dreamed peacefully.
He didn't know why, but although this was a one-way mirror (she couldn't see him unless he chose for her to see) - lately he had an uncomfortable feeling that she saw more then she let on, and so had kept his gazing to the night.
He watched her breathe in and out, and sighed.
She would never know him for who he truly was... what he truly was.
He turned away, ashamed of himself, and brought a gloved hand up to his masked face. He sighed again - the situation was hopeless.
Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced his ears- an almost deafening sound that pained his eardrums. It sounded like Carlotta's screeching- loud and angry.
Ears ringing, he shot around, only to find a fuming Christine, with extremely bad bed head, glaring at him through the 2 centimetre glass. "SOD OFF YOU STALKER!" she screamed, and the terrified phantom quickly turned tail and sprinted all the way to the lake before stopping.
Christine smiled to herself – maybe she should tell the managers how to rid themselves of the pesky Opera Ghost? …NAH!)
Poor Erik- tonight was most certainly NOT his night...