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"I was there last night in the chapel" She said and he froze. His mind thought back to everything he said last night and felt his face turning red. "If someone is in the chapel when I go down to pray I usually give them some privacy but I recognized your voice and curiosity made me stay and listen. I'm so sorry for prying." She explained quietly. His mind was buzzing with all the horrible things he could say to her but he pushed them back unwilling to be so rude to her. He decided on a remark that wasn't quite as rude as some that passed through his mind. "It's not polite to eavesdrop Christine." He said sternly. She dropped her head and mumbled, "I know Angel and I'm so sorry." He remained quiet for a minute or so, debating on what to say next. "I promise it won't happen again." She mumbled. "I know it won't my dear." He said, his voice softening slightly. She looked up at him, her beautiful brown eyes wide. "Would you like to hear some of my music?" He offered as a change of subject. She nodded with a smile. He led her to where he kept the instruments he acquired over time. "What would you like to hear?" He asked and she walked around examining each instrument, staying at some longer than others looking at them like she had never seen them before which with some she might not have. He had collected instruments from different countries in his years of travel. She stopped by his violin and picked it up. "Would you play this?" She requested and he smiled, something he wasn't used to doing, "Of course." He said. He remembered her telling him about her father playing the violin for her when she was a child. He took the instrument from her and began to play. He chose one of the few Swedish tunes he had learned. He watched her close her eyes and smile. As he played he noticed tears falling down her cheeks but she was still smiling so he wasn't sure if they were sad tears or happy ones. As the song drew to a close she opened her eyes again and sighed. "I haven't heard that song since Papa passed away." She said. "I'm sorry Christine I… I didn't realize…" He stammered when she interrupted him. "No, no it was nice to hear it again. For a moment it was like I was a child again sitting at his feet watching him play." She said with a sad smile. He didn't know what to say, so they stood in silence for a minute. "You need to get back to the surface. I've kept you longer than I had intended and you need to sleep." He said and she nodded. They made their way back up to the surface and right before they made it to the mirror she stopped him. "Angel? May I ask your name? It seems silly to call you Angel when you aren't really one." She asked and he froze again. His name? No one had known his true name in years. A small part of his brain, the part that feared any contact with people, screamed that it was a bad idea to tell her his name. The majority of his brain screamed at him to give her whatever she wanted, telling him that it would make her happy and might earn him a smile. He decided that he could trust her with it and said "Erik." It felt foreign on his tongue. "Erik." She said experimentally and he felt a strange but pleasant feeling wash over him at the sound of it, knowing they were the only two people that knew his real name. She smiled at him and he felt his heart rate pick up slightly. "Are we going to continue our lessons tomorrow?" She asked and he nodded. "I shall call you the same way I always have." He told her and she nodded. "Goodnight Erik." She said. "Goodnight Christine." He said and she stepped through the mirror. He closed it behind her and watched as she stood there looking at her own reflection for a minute, with a smile, before turning and leaving the room. He stayed there a while longer trying to process everything that had happened. He turned and slowly made his way back to his home and got ready for bed. His last thought before falling asleep was 'Perhaps there is a God after all.'
So that was supposed to be the end of the story but I'm still writing more! Please review, I will try to have the next chapter up by next week but it depends on if I can get online. Have a wonderful day!