As I took in the face of my Phantom, my heart ached. There was no trace of Erik in his features; he truly looked frightening, and all of the situations I had been playing out for this moment left my mind, like someone had erased my thoughts. So I took a deep breath and walked up to him.

I looked up into his eyes. Nothing changed; he was still cold and expressionless. But he was warm; I felt the heat radiating off of him. I was still in my wet dress and it was cold. I leaned closer to him, trying to soak up the warmth.

"Hello monsieur." I needed to break the silence. I couldn't just stare at him. He was angry and I had to get him talking. "Did you see the performance tonight?" I mentally slapped myself. Of course he did. I read the letter. As I thinking, he started talking.

"Which performance do you speak of Mademoiselle?" He picked up a candlestick and flung it at the wall. "The opera? Or the one with the idiot, Louis!" He was breathing deeply. The half of his face that was uncovered was flushed with anger.

I said he was frightening before, but if I was honest with myself I would also admit it was thrilling to see this side of him. It thrilled me to know he cared this much.

I sighed; it always came down to Louis. "Erik, there's nothing between me and Louis! He's just a friend." I laid a hand on his chest. "He is not important."

He pushed my hand away. "Then why is it that you are always with him? If he's truly nothing, then why are you always kissing him when I see you? Lorraine, I think we must end this. Why should we keep fooling ourselves?"

"I-I don't understand what you mean. He's always with me. I don't want Louis. He's not who I want. If anything he's completely wrong for me!" Erik turned from me and walked towards a chair.

"Erik, please listen to me! Yeah Louis has kissed me. But it never meant anything. Since I've been at the opera house, Louis and I have become good friends."

I sighed, "But I don't want anything else to do with him. The only one who's mattered has been you. Ever since you kissed me behind the mirror, you're the only one I can think about."

He looked at me, only he saw me this time. "Don't shame yourself with this false begging, Mademoiselle. Don't say things only to make me happy. Stop trying to deceive me. You will only make things worse for yourself."

I was surprised by his words. I could feel the stinging in my eyes, and my vision blurring. "Erik, w-what do you mean! I am not lying to you. I don't want Louis, I want you!" By the end I was yelling, and I could feel the tears falling from my eyes.

"I know you must have seen me and Louis kissing, but if you stayed two minutes longer than you would have also seen me rejecting him." I walked over and sat down next to him.

I raised my hands to his face. "Erik, please. I want you. It's as simple as that."

He turned towards me and placed his hand on mine. I relaxed; he was listening to me. But before I relaxed too much, his hand grabbed mine. He pulled my hand off his face, and threw it down.

"Lorraine, I have told you to stop with this meaningless chatter." I leaned back, how could he still think that? I wanted to be with him. Louis just kept on ruining everything.

"I think that you should go back to your room, Lorraine. I don't think you should come back. I will not be seeing you anymore. As I said before, why should we just keep on with the charade? Caesar will take you back. This is farewell, Mademoiselle."

He got up and walked into his room. I was left sitting alone; he wouldn't listen to anything I said about Louis. It was too much. I just let the tears fall; I didn't care if he heard me. I was confused. Why wouldn't Erik just listen to me?

I sat there a little while longer, allowing myself to really cry. Then I took a deep breath, wiped my tears and got up. I headed to where he kept Caesar, and even though I deeply disliked riding horseback I climbed up into the saddle.

The trip seemed longer than ever, maybe because it was my last. I don't know. But when Caesar made it to the stables I climbed down, and stumbled into a bale of hay. Caesar didn't leave right away; he nudged my face with his wet nose and looked at me. I patted his neck, and then he took off.

I had to head back to my room, but being with the horse for that small amount of time brought back the times Erik and I rode him. Hot tears began falling again. I couldn't help it, I really cared for Erik. I didn't want to stay long in case someone heard or saw me so I wiped my face again and headed to my room.

I was lost in thought, but I still made it to my room without any more crying. I closed the door behind me. It was late but I had to do one thing. The walk here made me think, and I decided I was going to write a letter to Erik explaining everything.

So I grabbed some paper and started writing. I kept on writing until the candles were burned down to stumps and the sky outside started to become lighter. I folded the letter and sealed it. Getting up, I changed out of my dirty clothes. Before I climbed into bed, I placed the letter under my mattress.

I didn't want anyone reading it. It would be hard to explain if anyone but Erik read it. And at the moment I didn't really want Erik to read it either. Not until the right time.

Sighing to myself, I snuggled deeper into my bed. I tried to sleep, but every time I was about to fall asleep, scenes from the argument with Erik would creep into my thoughts, which would make me emotional all over again; I didn't like what was happening to me. I didn't like to cry that much, but the situation with Erik shook me.

After the crying had ceased, I finally drifted into sleep. But even in my dreams I couldn't escape the piercing green eyes that caused all of my distress.

Hope you all liked it! Especially since you got a two for one deal, which will likely not happen for awhile! So thanks for all you're support readers and my beta! Oh! Remember to review, Erik would really appreciate that. I might even put in a good word for you. *nudge, nudge* *wink, wink* :D