Nadir POV

I spent the whole night-or morning- looking after Erik. He came down with a fever that just wouldn't go away whatever I do. When there were times I wished I had Erik's genius, it would be now. If I was in his position, he would know what to do.

After I bled him, he looked as if he would die on me then and there. I needed to get Mlle. Daae to him just to increase his will to live a little longer. Even if it's just enough time to have a proper farewell to him.

Before I left, I remembered something he said to me last night, something I was too panicked to remember.

I walked to the music room and saw three envelopes lying in the organ. On the outside, I saw the names Nadir, Antoinette and Christine. I decided to open up the letter that was meant for me and put the other two in my pocket.

I broke the seal and was met with the spidery hand writing of my friend.

Nadir,

I guess you and Antoinette had been right all along. Falling in love with Christine had to be the most idiotic thing I did. Nothing good could come out of it and yet I did it anyway. I know that you would lecture me the moment I said I fell in love with her but I couldn't help myself, it was like when I look into her eyes, I saw the half of my soul.

I could only hope that you can forgive me for all the things I caused you. You had been a great friend and almost like a brother-an annoying one at that- to me. I know I often tell you to just leave me alone but please know that after my temper, I am silently grateful that you and Antoinette never gave up on me and still kept on coming back.

E.

Normal POV

By the time Nadir finished reading, he had tears in his eyes he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve and ran to the room where Erik was laying in. "I have to go Erik, I promise I'll be back soon" he whispered to the pale man lying in the bed and rushed off to Antoinette's house. If Christine was frightened that much she would always go to the Girys.

He could only hope he'll be able to convince the girl to go with him to help Erik.

Loud knocking on the door woke the Giry household. Meg rubbed the sleep from her eyes and answered the door only to be met by a strange man that she had never seen before.

"Mademoiselle, may I …speak with your mother?" the stranger said while gasping for air. She can only stare at shock until her mother came.

"Meg, who is- Nadir!" she gasped as she saw the man.

"Antoinette, may I …come in?" he asked still trying to catch his breath.

The ballet mistress made a gesture and let Nadir in. he sat in a couch and when he finally caught his breath he spoke in a hurried tone:

"Antoinette, I need to see Christine Daae right now."

"Why? It's early Nadir, the girl would probably be still sleeping."

"Antoinette pleases! For Erik's sake I need to tell her something."

Hearing Erik's name gave her a sense of panic. "Meg, please go wake Christine" she ordered. Meg opened her mouth to ask questions but was met by a glare that told her 'not now' she went to her friend's room to wake her.

Seeing her daughter gone she locked gaze with Nadir and asked him "what happened?"

The Persian sighed and said "Erik didn't kill Buquet. I'll explain later as soon as I speak with Mlle. Daae."

Just then a timid voice asked "monsieur? Were you asking for me?"

"Mademoiselle, my name is Nadir Khan, I'm a friend of Erik "

"I'm sorry monsieur-"

"Nadir please"

"Then you must call me Christine. Anyway, I do not know any Erik so you must-"

"Christine, Erik is the name of your angel. "Madam Giry said

"But…" a confused look passed over Christine's features and Nadir sighed again and explained.

"Christine, your angel of music is nothing but a man named Erik. We met a few years just before he returned to the opera house. To put a long story short, Erik did not kill Buquet but when he saw you and some boy in the rooftop, he couldn't handle the pain and decided to end it, good thing I came by but he's will to live is very little so please I'm begging you to please come with me!" panic over coming his emotions.

"Nadir, this is too much to handle in…I- I don't know what to do."

"Please Christine; I am not saying that he will live if you were there but he might just fight a little bit… just enough time to…." Nadir looked as if he was stopping himself from crying and he finally manage to choke out "just enough time to say goodbye… to say thank you"

There was an awkward silence until

"What is going on here!" demanded a very confused Meg Giry.

"Mademoiselle Giry, I promise to explain later but…. Are you coming with me Christine?" Nadir asked.

Christine thought about it. Her angel was dying. He decided to kill himself because he couldn't handle the pain of her rejection. This was all her fault. If she asked him rather than ran away from him, things might have been different.

She lowered her head. Nadir mistook it as a no and said

"It's okay if you refuse I'll just-"

"I'll go with you!" she said, her voice filled with regret and sorrow as tears continued to fall down her eyes.

"Then we must make haste. Every second is important!"

"I'll come with you too" said Madam Giry

"Me too!"

Everyone looked at little Giry and she simply shrugged. "Since none of you will answer me, I'll get it later… I always wanted to know where the Opera Ghost lives." She grinned.

"Then off we go."

As they finally reach the front door Nadir said "meg, you must swear to never say or show this place to anyone" Meg nodded and Nadir opened the door. Meg's eyes widened at the beauty of the house.

"Christine, I hope you don't mind but, I put him on your room since I couldn't let him sleep in that coffin. Not yet."

"Before I forget, here"

He handed the letter to madam and Christine.

"He said to give this to you just before he passed out."

They stared at it. "I'll read it later"

Said Christine and suddenly asked "may I see him?"

"I must warn you, he isn't in the best state right now"

"I'll be okay"

She said as she entered the room. She gasped at the sight. Her angel laid there in the bed lifeless. The quilt covering his vulnerable form. She then noticed he wasn't wearing his mask but then she was no longer afraid of it.

She grabbed a chair and held his hand. "angel, please fight it, I know you can" she whispered.

She squeezed his hand a little and held back a sob when he didn't respond.

Her dream was coming true… she just hoped that it wouldn't end like the dream.

A/n: hehe had to stop there, it's like 1 am here and I have to sleep. Anyway, sorry but some chapters would be a little late since I have many things to do and I have to sort out the plot hopefully that would be soon. Anyway, thanks for all your reviews.

Your obedient servant,

E.M