A/N: Sorry about the long wait, I have had the worst writer's block ever. I don't own POTO.

Christine's POV:

"That is absolutely ridiculous." I said.

"Is it?" He asked. "The last time we were together I kidnapped you."

"Not exactly. I don't think it can be kidnapping if I wanted to go with you."

"What? But I thought you wanted him, he came to save you." He truly seemed confused.

"I wanted to be with you. I just didn't feel as if I had a choice back then." I sighed. "He owned the opera house. I felt like he owned me. I was scared of what would happen if I refused him."

He stood there silently, stunned. "You mean to tell me you would have chosen music over love?" He said incredulously.

"No, because I wouldn't be choosing."

"I don't understand." He was getting frustrated. Men, things always had to be spelled out to them.

"I would have chosen you. For me you are both, love and music." I took a step closer to him. "I never loved Richard."

"You're lying." He spat. He turned away from me.

I put my hand on his arm. "Do you really think so little of yourself?" I turned him to face me again.

"I know you can't. It's part of the curse. I will never be loved for anything other than my music." He looked down at the ground, refusing to meet my gaze.

"That's on the surface. Your outer beauty was taken, that has nothing to do with the beautiful soul that's inside." I raised my hand to his cheek.

"You've never seen my whole face, the horror that hides under this mask."

"So show me."

"I can't, you'll scream and then you'll leave." He said desperately.

"Show me." I said more firmly. "I want to see your real face."

He sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He reached under the edge of his shirt collar and started to peel away his mask. He peeled it up and over his head until his entire face was revealed.

I let out a small gasp, but I didn't scream or run like he thought I would. It was like his face was covered in burns, some so bad that they had completely disfigured parts of his face.

"Had enough? Now do you see?" He asked spitefully.

"Oh Erik." I reached out a hand and touched his face, running it over the scarred skin.

"No one could ever love me this way."

"I love you." I pulled him closer and kissed him chastely on the lips.

He was silent, so I simply pulled him into my arms and held him close. We had been pulled apart before. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. You can decide what happens after this. Please R&R!