Yay, another song fic! Enjoy!

I don't own Tourniquet by Evanescence, or POTO.

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Erik felt…faint. Numb. Cold. Broken. Forgotten.

He was there, on his knees, just staring at the floor. Tears fell from his face. His Angel of Music was gone, gone with another man, rejecting his love and breaking his heart.

How…why…?

She had seen the love he had for her in his eyes so clearly…and yet…

The world spun. Erik had not eaten in days. But it didn't matter. He just wanted to die.

Again, his vision blurred. That was maybe because of the blood seeping from his wrists. He didn't feel it though…his pain was not released…

I tried to kill the pain,

But only brought more,

(So much more)

I lay dying, and I'm pouring,

Crimson regret,

And betrayal.

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming,

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

Erik looked at the ring that she had left behind. Parts of it were covered in his blood. But he didn't care. It was the last thing she touched before leaving…he would cherish it forever.

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation!

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation…

Erik heard footsteps. It was probably Madame Giry again. She came down frequently to try and keep what was left of his sanity intact. But both knew that it was long gone…

Slowly, his dull green eyes met with brown as a hand lifted his chin.

He couldn't feel the shock as Christine looked at him in horror, tears falling down her face.

Do you remember me?

Lost for so long…

Will you be on the other side?

Or will you forget me?

I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and screaming,

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation!

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation!

(Return to me salvation!)

Erik's voice was emotionless. "Why have you come?"

Christine was about to dress his wounds, but he said,

"Leave them."

"What?" she whispered, looking up at him.

I WANT TO DIE!

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation!

My God! My Tourniquet!

Return to me salvation!

My wounds cry for the grave!

My soul cries for deliverance!

Will I be denied?

Christ! Tourniquet!

My suicide…

(Return to me salvation…)

Erik's broken soul pleaded for Christine's to come and put it back together. But still, Erik made no motions to touch her.

"Erik, I've come to stay," she whispered, "I realized that I love you more than anything. I'm sorry for what I did."

Erik again felt nothing. Even if she said those words, he still felt nothing. He let her bandage him up, and cup his face. Her worried doe eyes stared into his empty green ones.

"Erik, what has happened to you?" she whispered, "Come back."

Erik was silent.

"Erik!" Christine pleaded. Her lips met with his for one last chance to bring her Angel back.

Suddenly, Erik blinked.

His…heart…it felt…he felt…

Suddenly, pain shot into his wrists. The life in his eyes returned, and his lips kissed back, his soul coming back together and swelling with joy.

He had finally found the Tourniquet for his bleeding heart.

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Whoa, suicidal Erik! But Christine saved him, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Much like my other POTO song fics, but oh well, I just have to vent these ideas out! Review please!