Christine had kissed him. Ever so softly on his forehead, but it was only contact ever willingly given to him by a woman in all his life. That sincere action led him to make his decision. She would leave and be free and he'd die alone.

You did the right thing. You truly did love her in the end.

He lay there not wishing to get up. Barely hearing as Christine left his house.

No reason to live no longer. No energy too. I can only write so many compositions and I no longer have any more inspiration. My love is gone. My obsession. My soul. My heart. Do I truly have a heart? I let her go. I suppose I do.

Then his mind went blank for he wished no longer to think of his pain he just wished to die.

Alone. The dark. The night. His friends, loneliness and night intermingled with pain and rejection.

He felt a movement beside him, ever so slightly. And the first thought that came to his mind, "Christine." There was a long pause and then another's voice instead answered. It was the girl. What girl? For a moment he had forgotten. There was another pause, and a lengthy one. His mind had drawn a blank again, not wishing to interact any longer with anything, anyone. Then his semi consciousness felt hands cradling his head, he wondered vaguely why it was happening, but a sweet brush of his lips stopped his thoughts completely. His senses flooded in; his eyes unseeing became bright but could barely see more than a blur, his ears could hear his shallow breathing and the quick beat of his heart, he could smell wild flowers. A shock shook him through is core and as the lips parted from his, his anger flared up surprisingly and his actions were quick and jerky. His words and eyes, merely hiding his fear and shock. Her words that came back shook him to his core and instead of making his anger burn hotter it just put it out abruptly.

Did she just kiss me? A woman kissed me?

She abruptly turned back to him and through him his mask, he absently took it and looked down upon its self-made prison. What have I done? She's shown me more compassion and kindness in one gesture than even Christine…Christine…but I didn't feel the same as when she gave me that gesture…no…there was feeling behind this girls action…its not love…I barely know her and she barely knows me…yet there was almost an understanding when she kissed me…I must know why…I must! What am I doing just sitting here?

And as Erik shook himself from his self pity he made a hasty decision that would change his whole life. It would go against his heart, but something was compelling him to do so and thus he went after the one girl that was on his mind at that very moment.


A/N: Thanks for all the reviews the really encourage me to update. So thanks to everyone. Sorry that this chapter is shorter but the next one should be longer. Anyone know what the next chap. is about? Guess :D Anyways the next chapter's title pretty much explains itself. It'll be coming soon don't worry. So thanks again. Tootles!