Christine ran into Erik's lair, crying. "Erik?" she called out.
Erik emerged from his room after weeks of depression and self-loathing. "Christine?"
As soon as their eyes met, Christine ran into Erik's arms. "Oh Erik!" she sobbed, her face buried in his chest. Erik held her close as they wrapped their arms around each other.
"Christine, my darling. What's wrong?"
"It's Raoul! He's such a pansy fop! It was stupid of me to pick him. You've always loved me more than he did. And I always loved you more than him, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. Oh Erik, I was such a fool! Will you ever forgive me?"
"I will."
And they lived happily ever after.