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Chapter 10
Christine walked to her front door and opened it. She stepped inside feeling like she was about to cry again. Raoul came in from their room and rushed to hug her.
"Oh Christine thank God your back. I was worried you were not going to come back after what I said. I'm sorry I said those things it was uncalled for." He pulled away and she smiled.
"It's alright Raoul, you're forgiven."
"You must be tired." He sat her down gently in a chair and then went to the kitchen.
She sighed and then relaxed in the chair, looking at the fire. She pushed back all the emotions she had running through her mind. But the image of her kissing Erik would not leave her heart and continued to play over and over. She shook her head.
"It's too late to go back now. He is better off this way. Better off not knowing what happened between us and the pain I caused him." She whispered to herself. Raoul then came in with a cup of tea in hand.
"Here drink this it should help." He handed her the cup of tea.
She smiled and drank some of it. It felt good but did not ease her heart. She knew she loved Erik more than Raoul. But she would have to just deal with it.
Like I have said, he is better off without my presence in his life. Christine thought as she sipped the tea again.
Erik sat on his bed still staring at the rose that Christine had given him only moments ago. He has seen it before but from where? Erik put his head in his hands as his head started searing again.
There was a knock at his door then and Ren entered.
"Erik are you okay?" She asked kindly, sitting beside him.
Erik shivered as his head seared with pain. "No I'm not." He painfully said. She put her hand on his shoulder and he flinched away from her touch.
"I'm sorry Ren. I'm not used to the kindness of others."
She smiled even though he could not see it and left the room.
Words rang in his head that made his pounding head worse.
'In sleep he sang to me. In dreams he came,
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name.'