FINALLY! I wrote a new chapter. I want to say sorry that it took me so long I just had huge writers block. Also thank you for putting up with my bad grammar spelling… I now have someone to edit my work. So it won't be too bad now. Thank you EOL. Please keeping commenting on this it really helps me though writers block when I get the right comment…
Lol here you go guys!
They made their way slowly back. Christine leaned heavily on her angel. He made sure to take his time and not to rush her. His wish was to carry her to the boat, holding her in his arms. He wished to feel the full warmth of her body against his. That was not her wish however. He knew that Christine came to see him because she had taken pity on him. The revulsion she must feel by him just touching her.
They did not say a word to each other. They could be silent and be perfectly happy with one another. Neither felt the need to say anything, though there was much still left to say. Christine cursed her foot as she tried to limp along. She hated how weak she seemed all the time. She could feel a wanting coming from Erik's body. A wanting to be rid of her she thought. She wanted him to just hold her and never let her go but there was no point. He did not want her and she would have to learn to live with that rejection.
When they got to her mirror, neither one moved. There was a connection between the two of them; a connection that would not let them leave one another. They had felt this connection since Christine first came to Erik's opera house, but now it was stronger than ever before. In the past there was a fear of losing something that might be great, but now, they felt that if parted they would die.
"We have arrived. You must go back now. I am sure that they are looking for you as we speak." It pained him to say those words to her. He was willing to let his heart break before he would dare make Christine unhappy.
"I cannot go yet," she whispered back. "Look! My room is not empty." She pointed to where an anxious looking Raoul sat. He was holding one of her ribbons tightly in his hand. It was the only thing of Christine that he could hold on to, and He felt that if he let go if her ribbon that she would be lost forever. "If I go now, your secret will be out. You will no longer be the phantom."
"You are right. What do you wish to do?"
"I am too weak
to try and return back to your home, and I do not want to strain you
by asking you to carry me back. Is there somewhere else that we could
wait until he leaves?"
"Yes, there is. Allow me to carry
you there. It is not far and you are no strain to carry." Before
she could voice her objection, she was in his arms, and had already
gone half way down the corridor.
She felt warm and safe in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his next, and pulled tighter to him. No matter how strong he was or how safe she felt in his arms, she still hated highs, and Erik was very tall. Erik was filled with so much joy feeling her pull closer to him that he feared that he would never let her go.
They made it to one of his hidden rooms, and thankfully, it was a furnished room. He placed Christine gently down on the softest chair. He grabbed a footstool for he poor ankle, and was about to sit down himself when she asked, "Erik, please, my ankle hurts me. Could you please help ease the pain?"
He nodded. He picked her foot back up and, than gently slid under her foot. He sat on the footstool, and started to rub her ankle. He worked gently at first lightly touching it for fear of causing pain. She asked him to work deeper on her ankle, and he did. When he found the right amount of pressure to use on her, he saw her eyes close and smile.
They sat like this for an hour. Again, they did not feel a need to talk to each other. When Erik's hands finally felt very worn and tired, he spoke; "I think that it is time that we check to see if you can return back to your world." He stood, placing Christine's ankle back on the footstool and left.
Tears filled Christine's eyes as she watched Erik disappear. He did not want her and she knew it. She felt her heart break. She heard Erik return, and dried her eyes quickly. "There is no one in your room. If you wish to return now, I will carry you." He mentally crossed his fingers. He prayed that she would want to stay.
"Please, I would like to go now." She blocked out all of the emotion in her voice. Erik picked her up and they returned to the mirror. He looked at her asking with a nod if she wanted him to set her down in her room. Her mind was telling her no, while her heart was pleading yes. Her mouth ruled in favor of her heart and said "yes".
He opened the mirror. He quickly made his way to her bed, setting her down gently. As soon as he had checked to make sure that she no longer needed him, he brushed his lips against hers and then he was gone. There was no sign that he had ever been with her apart from his clothes that she still wore. Her arms hung in midair as she had tried to grab him. When she realized that he was gone, she cried. She wished that he would come back and hold her, but what good would a wish do?