"Take her, forget me, forget all of this." Erik said walking away, admitting defeat. He had his hand on his head covering the distorted portion of his face. He was stumbling and he could tell he was going to collapse. "Leave me alone, forget all you've seen." Erik glanced over at Christine, she was untying Raoul. That was another knife twist in his heart. "Go now, don't let them find you. Take the boat; swear to me, never to tell. The secrets you know, of the angel in hell!" The mob was getting closer, he could hear them clearly now. "GO NOW! GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!" He yelled, he wanted them to go, to stop this torture.

Christine helped Raoul get into the boat, but did not get in herself. "Christine," he said, "come on, we have to go before he changes his mind."

"I'm, I'm not coming." Christine said looking to the ground.

"What?" Raoul asked shocked. "Christine, don't be ridiculous, get in the boat." He said grabbing her arm.

"Don't touch me!" Christine yelled. She took a second to regain her control. "Raoul, if you love me," she said calmly, "you will just go now. Call off the mob, say Erik killed me, and you killed him."

"Christine," Raoul nearly whispered, "are you serious?" Christine said nothing, she just nodded. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes Raoul." Christine said sternly.

Raoul took a deep breath. "If it will make you happy, it will be done. The only thing I ask, Christine, is that if things get bad, you will come to me. If you are truly unhappy, I want you to come to me." He said taking a shaky breath, "That's all I ask of you." Christine nodded. "Now, go to him."

Christine found Erik listening and singing along to the musical monkey he had gotten as a child. "Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you." He looked over to Christine. "Christine I love you." He sang.

Christine rushed over to him and hugged him tightly in her arms. It took him a few moment, but he soon returned the hug. "And I love you, my angel."

Those 5 simple words were enough to make him break down in her arms. "Go Christine, go before the mob gets here." He said through his tears.

"There is no mob." Christine said. "There is also not a Raoul and I any longer."

Erik looked up at her, tears still glistening in his eyes. "Christine," he said, "what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I am staying here, with you, out of my own free will." Christine said.

Erik awoke from his dream. This dream was a usual occurrence for him. Luck for him though, it wasn't just a dream. In his mind, he was reliving the happiest day of his life, the day his Christine agreed to stay with him, agreed to love him.

He looked over at her sleeping in his bed, his angel, all his. He moved a stray strand of hair out of her beautiful face. Christine, being the light sleeper she was, opened her eyes. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Hello love." Erik said stroking her face.

Christine smiled. "Are you okay, Erik?" She asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just remembering the night you agreed to stay with me." He said smiling.

Christine laughed, it was the most beautiful sound to Erik, and she had the most perfect laugh. He couldn't resist anymore. He leaned in and kissed her. Christine responded eagerly even though she had only been awake for about 40 seconds.

That night, there was nothing but pure love coming from that bed. They didn't fall back asleep for at least 3 hours, but those were the best 3 hours of their lives.

So what do you guys think? This is my first attempt at a Phantom of the Opera fan-fic and, well, I'm kind of nervous about it. Please review! It would mean a lot to me. Thanks loves.