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Christine entered the lair. She was lucky that the gate was open, but it worried her. It was rare if Erik forgot to close it. She stepped onto the dry land, not bothering to ring out her soaking dress, and began her search. She looked everywhere, in every room, and Erik was nowhere to be seen. With no sign of him, she started calling him out of desperation. With no answering call, her heart broke. She frantically began screaming for him, knowing it would do no good, but had to just in case. When she didn't hear his masculine, musical voice sing her name back, she fell to the ground and began crying. Even if she had found him, why would he want her back? She had caused him even more pain in the torturous life he had known; she did not deserve such a man. He had given her everything, and she had taken everything from him.

Oh Erik please be near. Or at least, please be alive. Why should she even hope for him to be alive? He had promised. "Without my Christine, I have no reason to stay on this Earth, and continue this horrid life. You needn't worry, my love, for I will remove my life from this nightmare, and return to Hell where I was made. I will always love you, my angel. Au revoir mon amour, mon Christine." He had assured, tears streaming down his unmasked face. The words did not sooth her at all, as they were meant to.

"Please Erik." She whispered through her uncontrolled sobs.

Erik was absolutely shocked. It wasn't an enemy searching for him, but his Christine. Or maybe she was an enemy, he didn't know. He listened to her beautiful voice call his name. Oh, how beautiful it sounded on her fair pink lips; those lips that he had only dreamed of tasting. He heard the powerful sadness and worry in the calls, and it confused him. Why would she want to see him? Why would her voice sound so full of desperate longing? The calls became more frantic, and they quickly shifted into screams. He ached to call back, but was too speechless at her arrival. Then he began to hear the worst sound he had ever known. She was crying; muffled cries that echoed in the lair. It broke his heart to hear this sound, each sob tearing his heart a little more, so he had to stop it.

He silently slipped out of his hiding place and saw his love's body in a heap beside his organ, shaking from the sobs and her face in her lap. He walked close, maybe a yard away from her lovely body. Oh, how he had dreamed of that body, entwined with his, her small beautiful body that he loved so much.

"Why are you crying, child?" He nearly sang, attempting to sound strong with his voice, but even he noticed the pain and loss that filled the voice.

She looked up with red, swollen eyes. Her mahogany eyes were filled with sadness. But when they rested upon Erik's masked face, they filled with gleaming hope.

"...Erik?" she whispered in disbelief. It seemed as if the breath in her lungs had left her instantly.

"Yes, I'm here. Why are you weeping?" he asked. It hurt him so much to see her in pain, even if she had caused him so much.

She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his boney neck. "Oh Erik! I can't believe it's you!" she cried. This confused Erik even more. Why would she be so happy to see someone she did not love? He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, whispering soothing words as she sobbed in his neck. Once his arms were around her, they were frozen in place. Her body felt so fragile in his arms, her shaking body. He loved her so much. Her small frame was perfect; he just wanted to hold her like this, for as long as he lived.

"Oh Erik, I'm so sorry I left you. I was wrong. I need you. Please forgive me." She begged.

He pulled his face to where he could see her, and set her feet on the ground, but didn't remove his arms from her waist. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" He was so confused.

"I'm not sure. I missed you. I had to come back, to make sure you were okay. I shouldn't have left. I am so sorry. "She replied. None of this made sense to him. She must have lost her mind, to beg forgiveness of this monster. It didn't matter to him. He pulled her closer, enjoying this dream. It had to be a dream.

They stood like that for a long time, crying in each others embrace. After a long time, he heard her sobs stop, and her weight resting on him. She had fallen asleep, right in his arms. He brought her to his swan bed, and gently laid her body down. He caressed her jaw line with his thumb, not believing this was really happening.

His bed being occupied, he fell into a dreamless sleep on his velvet love seat, not caring that his legs stuck off almost to his knees, for his angel had come back. For whatever reason, whatever intention, it seemed god had finally, finally showed poor Erik a kindness.

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"Au revoir mon amour, mon Christine"

means "Good-bye my love, my Christine" in french.