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Erik nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt Christine's hand slide down into his pants. With all the will power he had left he grabbed her hand and pulled away from her.

"Christine, you are drunk and we are not doing this." He said firmly, as he stood up. "Now you will sit and behave and I will make you tea and you will drink it and then you will go to bed." Even in her drunk stupor Christine knew not to argue with Erik. So she sat quietly and allowed him to make her tea and drank it without a word. Eventually she gave into sleep and before she knew it she woke only to run to the bathroom.

She was in agony, her stomach felt as though it was twisting into knots while a snake was trying to move throughout it. She sat on the cold floor, her head over the porcelain bowl waiting for the inevitable. Finally relief washed over her, as all the alcohol she drank escaped her body. Exhausted, she sank to the floor and barely managed to crawl over to the sink to brush her teeth.

"Christine are you all right?" Erik called, knocking on the white bathroom door. Christine flushed the toilet and rinsed her mouth a few times before opening the bathroom door.

"I have a terrible headache." She muttered, walking into the living room and sitting on the sofa. Erik smiled and grabbed some pain killer and a bottle of water and handed it to her.

"Well, what have you learned?" Erik asked, watching her swallow the pills.

"Never let Meg throw me another party...Thank God the sun hasn't come up yet." Christine felt miserable, and would have been mortified having Erik seeing her in such a condition, that is if she had enough energy to feel anything.

"Rest." Erik said gently, covering Christine with a blanket.

"Why are you so good to me?" Christine asked, looking up at Erik with a child like expression on her face.

"Because, Christine I love you." Christine felt tears pool in the corner of her eyes and if she hadn't just puked her guts out, she would have kissed him.

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"Good morning Chrissy." Meg chirped as she walked into Christine's apartment later that day.

"Says who?" Christine asked, putting a cold wash cloth on her forehead.

"The first hangover, what a milestone." Meg said sarcastically. "I come bearing gifts." Meg said, setting down a large bag of presents from the night before.

"Thanks." Christine muttered, her head pounding with each little movement.

"Morning Meg." Erik said kindly, walking out of Christine's bedroom where he had spent the night. The couch was closer to the bathroom and Christine felt more comfortable laying there than in bed while she was sick.

"Morning Mr. Hunk." Meg replied while opening Christine's fridge, placing the remaining cake inside.

"Stop hitting on my boyfriend." Christine groaned irritably to which Erik and Meg both laughed. "Good lord, could either of you be any louder. Some people are trying to sleep."

"Remind me never to get her drunk again." Meg muttered, before leaving the apartment. Erik silently agreed, a hung over Christine was not exactly pleasant.

"Well angel, would you like me to leave too?" Erik asked, handing her a cup of tea.

"No, you my dearest boyfriend are staying." Christine said, matching his sarcasm with her own. Erik chuckled, but did not argue. There was nothing he would rather do then spend time with Christine, even if she was in a foul mood. He sat on the floor before the couch, watching movies with her most of the day. He tried to get her to eat but she would only accept tea and water, the thought of anything else turning her stomach.

"Maybe a shower would help." Erik suggested eventually. Christine glared at him but didn't argue, and headed towards her bathroom willing to do anything that would cease the torment her body was enduring. Erik heard the squeaking sound of the shower and knew that Christine was indeed following his advice. Even though she was hung over, even though they were both exhausted, the thought of Christine in the shower was enough to make Erik's thoughts a bit muddled. He sat, staring at the TV screen for sometime not really watching or listening to the scene before him. His thoughts were completely on Christine..he remembered the way she looked only nights before...drops of water slowly making their way down her creamy skin. He beautiful hair sticking to her face and neck...

"Erik...Erik!" Christine's voice broke him from his thoughts and he looked up to see Christine standing before him. An image even more pleasing than the one he had been recalling. All that covered her wet body was a white cotton towel..."Erik, did you hear me?" She asked, looking concerned.

"No, sorry." He managed to mutter.

"I said that I feel much better." She said, smiling brightly and heading towards her bedroom. She emerged some time later in her pajamas and a sniffing Specter in her arms.

"He doesn't like the smell of my body wash." Christine remarked, setting the dog on the floor by Erik.

"I love it." Erik said, pulling Christine onto the floor beside him and placing a kiss on her neck.

"I'll keep that in mind." She whispered, moving to sit in his lap and run her hands through his hair.

"I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Me too."

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The months that passed went by in a blur, Christine was studying more and more and had less time to work on her singing. She felt exhausted. When she wasn't studying she was performing, when she wasn't performing she was working. She had no time for herself anymore and she felt close to a nervous breakdown. Erik noticed this change but knew there was little he could do about it. Although she was exhausted, she was always happy. She loved performing and working towards her dream, while getting her education and earning a living. Erik had been tempted to suggest she quite her job at the bookstore, but he knew she loved who she worked with and it would be pointless to argue with her over it.

Along with sensing that Christine was tired, he also realized that there seemed to be a rift growing between them. Christine still called him but they never had anything to talk about and Christine seemed to be holding something back. He didn't want to pry, but as time went on he became more and more anxious. What if she wanted to end the relationship but was afraid to tell him? What if she had met someone else? What if she realized she didn't really love him? There were so many possibilities and it scared him.

Christine noticed the change in their relationship too, but knew what the cause was. She knew Erik kept many things from her and over time she realized that he might just never open up to her. She trusted him with everything, and he still refused to open up to her. She loved him, she trusted him with her life. But if he loved her like he said he did why did he hesitate to tell her of his past? The past that had made him who he was.

A/N: I know, really really bad ending to this chapter. But I am having a hard time writing right now. It's like as if my writing muse has completely died. I read this and feel so completely disappointed. I dunno what's wrong with me. But please do tell me what you think despite it. I love you all.