My sorry means nothing at this point so instead of apologising, two chapters today. And I swear to God, I will send out my replies this weekend. University... *shakes her head sadly*


I have not seen her in four days. It physically hurt.


{Christine}

After what seems like an eternity, my birthday finally comes. I wake up ridiculously excited; it is Saturday thus after this evening's performance I am free until Monday's morning.

Which means I can spend almost two days at Erik's place.

Which is… great.

Meg throws herself at me the moment I arrive at the Opera house. She hugs me with such strength I can hardly breathe and squeals so loudly I truly have no idea what she wished me. I am so very grateful and extremely happy, though; her support means a lot.

We did spend a few evenings together in the last couple of weeks. Erik made a fuss, but I managed to convince him to postpone our lessons so that I could meet up with Meg. It was a brilliant idea – I had not even realised how much I missed talking to her.

What those conversations changed in my life is that I have become more aware of what my feelings were doing, what they meant and what I should do about them. I decided to wait a little longer in order to be truly certain what I wanted from life. Nonetheless, I still cannot believe how blind I was.

How oblivious.

Well.

I am not the most well-liked person in the Opera House so I did not expect many people to wish me happy birthday.

Girls from the ballet are still mad at me and probably suspect I sleep with ever male in this place just to take over Carlotta.

The managers do not keep track of our birthdays, obviously.

Madame Giry is... She keeps her distance. A smile from her is enough, methinks.

Who am I kidding? I care very little about any of them.

I want my Erik.