Thank you ALL for your reviews; they keep me going. And give me more of a will to update; I probably would have stopped long ago, if I did not have your reviews SO- THANK YOU! Now, let us see wear these letters I type lead our young lovers….
Christine sat in the chapel to light a candle for her father and say a quick prayer before she went on stage for the ballet rehearsals. She was not to be the star in the performance that evening; but there was no longer a fear of what Erik might do because of it: for he was to be there at the rehearsal himself, and leading the orchestra! Christine sat there thanking God for how gracious He was to bless them so well. She had once sat in that chapel speaking to her mysterious angel, who was lurking behind the walls, but now he was free from behind there; and he was hers! She sighed happily as she made the sign of the cross. Oh, how nicely everything was being laid out since she had accepted to be his wife!
"Christine," She turned; surprised at the voice which came from the doorway of the chapel. Her eyes grew, when she saw the tall and painfully handsome figure of her fiancé. She stood up and embraced him tightly.
"Erik!" She stood there in his arms, feeling like the happiest girl in the world. But when she let go, she saw that he did not look as happy as she. "Erik.. What is it?"
"Christine- I thought I should come speak with you before the rehearsal…"
"What about, my dear?" She inquired.
"About us.. Oh, Christine- is this really- truly- what you want?"
"What- us getting married? Of course! Why on earth should you question it?" She asked; shocked. He walked over and stood facing the stained glass window. He then turned his face to her, and gestured to his mask.
"Because of this," He replied in a low voice. She took his hands in hers.
"Erik, I love you! More than anything, and I think you're beautiful. Nothing- no scar can ever change that." She said firmly.
"But what about your friends…" His voice trailed off.
"If they think ill of you because of your face… shame on them! I love you!" She said again, kissing his hands. "I love every part of you." She continued looking deeply into his eyes.
"Do you want me to tell them…?"
"Erik, that is up to you!" She said; her hand placed gently on his face. After a long silence, she sighed and said, "We should go- it is your first time conducting; we should not be late." He tried to smile, and they walked out of the chapel together.
"Remember this: No matter how people react, or how they may change. I will always stay the same, Erik. My feelings for you will never change!"