Christine took a step back, pulling the fabric of her dress from Erik's grasp. His hand hung momentarily in the air before falling to the ground. In one swift movement he stood and disappeared from her view.

Christine practically ran to the door where her lover lay behind, she pressed her body against the wall wishing to be as close to Raoul as she could.

"Raoul he has freed me." She whispered to the door, trying the handle. "But the door is locked."

"Then you must find the key." Raoul ushered in earnest.

"I don't know where…" Christine started, but her thought was cut short by a tragic melody coming from elsewhere in the house.

"Christine?' Raoul whispered softly bring Christine back to reality.

"It's by the organ." Christine replied.

The melody grew louder as Christine approached Erik. It was the most tragic sound she had ever heard. It took everything in her to not drop to her knees and cry. What kind of life had Erik led to know so much pain? It was heartbreaking.

Christine hesitated in the doorway, her hands trembling as she grasped the frame for support. Her knees grew weak as a sob grew in her chest and for the first time tonight it wasn't for herself. It was for Erik, a man who possessed so much but was given so little. He was innocent once and what had the world given this innocent child? Torture, pain and indifference. Could she really blame him for his actions? An hour ago she had tried to kill herself for the misery he had put her through. Erik had faced that torment since he was a child and yet he stood on the opposite of the door she was grasping for support. Her despair paled in the light of his. It made her feel weak, she was willing to surrender after a night while he had stayed strong his entire life.

So she cried. Cried for Erik, cried for humanity and cried for herself. How could she twist his affections again? She claimed to be a good person and yet she was willing to throw the death blow to this man. The more she listened to his heart ache, the worse she felt. He cried over her injured wrists while she had pulled him along like a puppy on a leash. He was faithful to her and would die for her if she asked. And how had she repaid him? By running around with Raoul and making plans to desert him. She was a coward. Erik had asked for her hand and how did she respond? By becoming engaged to another man. Regardless of her answer, Erik had deserved better. The music stopped and once again the only sound in the house was Christine's tears.

Christine forced herself to stop crying and slowly opened the door to Erik. He was sitting on the organ stool his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He was not crying, in fact he was not making a sound. Christine slowly approached him. Thoughts of Raoul were absent from her mind, the key lay forgotten on top of the organ. She wanted to comfort him but was unsure how. She approached him slowly her hand hovering awkwardly in the air. She touched his shoulder tenderly and felt his entire body tense as he let out a whimpered sob.

"Erik," she said as she began to cry again.

Without a thought she collapsed behind him. Grabbing him around the waist and sobbing into his back. She felt she needed to be near him. She wished to undo all her wrong doings to him to have him forgive her. She needed his forgiveness. He had begged her for her forgiveness moments before and she was too naïve to see it was actually her who needed his. She was a terrible person. How could she have ever conceived to hurt this man again?

"Stop." It was a gentle but deadly command.

Christine stopped crying and lifted her head from Erik's back. Her arms still clasped around his waist. Cold, graceful fingers pried her grip apart and threw her carelessly onto her back.

She stared up at Erik's tall imposing figure as he stood to face her. "I don't need your crocodile tears staining my coat."

A/N: Seems like we've had a bit of a misunderstanding. Hoped you enjoyed as always please review!