You are all so sweet, you seemed to like that last chapter which is so lovely as I wasn't sure and I'm not too confident with fluff...So thank you all so much :3
Littlelotte you are so right, I thought about that after I had published it like uh oh! He does still have his injuries, I hope this chapter shows that, I laughed at the 'magic doctor,' no offence taken at all! I like being told where to improve its great and means I can learn!
But thank you all so much *Erik roses*
As I said me and fluff don't mix too well, so this very new to me.
I hope you enjoy
*I'm still not the owner of anything no matter how much I sulk*
Chapter 54-Erik's POV
I walked in the darkness, the sweat pouring of me, my chest pounding and my leg throbbing. Christine clung tightly onto my arm, holding my weight. The darkness of the corridor seemed to be lit up, it all seemed so beautiful. And why? Why because I was engaged! Me, the monster, engaged! I couldn't believe it! I really couldn't, this was surely some cruel trick of the imagination, surely I was dead. This couldn't be true.
'Erik, are you okay?' She whispered her voice full of concern, I smiled pain was searing through me, making me feel so very weak, but I didn't care, I didn't care at all. Because I was engaged to the love of my life. I was going to marry Christine Daae! Just the thought made my heart leap, and my mind spin. I had never felt like this before in my life, my lips still tingled from her kiss, the thought made me tremble, it was so perfect, the most perfect feeling in the world, I had lost myself on her lips, I forgot everything and just thought of my sweet angel and the slight sweet taste her lips carried.
'My angel, I'm more than happy. You accepted me, I can't believe it.' I felt bad, vomit trying to come from me, but I wouldn't be weak in front of her, no. She had accepted me. She had said yes, no rejected me, not hit me or ran from me, but she had said yes.
'Well you better believe it Erik, oh I'm so excited. To think I'm going to be your wife.' She giggled, the little noise like a bell filling the dark as she helped me scramble over the smashed broken door. The love in her voice and the sweet loving sound it created was beautiful, like a music on its own. I wanted to just sleep, to just rest so I could dream of Christine, I knew she would have to leave me for a while, she had to return up top, she had to rehearse for the new opera. For my opera. My heart stopped at the thought, how was this true. My anger filled me, this was Nadir's doing no doubt. My music was not to be played. It was not for the public. I had written it for Christine, it was about Christine, my feelings towards her. My love, my lust. Oh god, I felt myself grow angry, what would she think when she heard the lyrics of some of the songs, she would think I was a possessive maniac, which in truth was what I was! My mind spun, and the pain seared through me.
'Nearly there now Maestro.' Christine's little voice sounded slightly frightened as she helped me into the main room, she helped me into my throne like chair and scampered off through the mess before coming back with a quilt.
'Here you go Erik.' Her little hands tucked the quilt around me; I suppressed my twitches as she ran her fingers across my arm. I felt warmer already, oh what a darling she was! I rose my shaking hand and put it on hers, my eyes twitching as she smiled at me and sat on the arm of the chair kissing my cheek.
'I must go they'll wonder where I 'am!' she laughed kissing my cheek again, she was so innocent, my heart melted as her curls fell from her shoulders and tickled my chin.
'Christine I love you.' I smiled at her, my face throbbing behind the mask, I stretched my bones cracking and clicking, I noticed she shuddered slightly as I did so, then her eyes filled with panic and her face went slightly pale.
'I will be back soon, if there's anything wrong-oh gosh Erik what if you get hurt? What if something bad happens? What if-' before she could continue panicking, I took her chin in my twitching skeletal hand and put a long finger to her lips.
'My darling, I' am going to just sleep, please do not worry.' I told her looking into her big eyes, I watched the panic leave her slightly, I knew the horrors of the previous night still haunted her, that the boy's death would always be there like a shadow. I thought she was going to protest but instead she smiled and blew kisses before she skipped away.
I was now alone, I gave into the pain, gagging my chest felt so tight like it may burst, my head span, and my leg felt like a dead weight. I was so cold, I drew the quilt around me further, inhaling its slight sweet smell, I realised it was the smell of Christine. I covered myself further with the quilt, wishing I could pull my long legs beneath me. I looked at my lair from my high back chair. It was a mess. A giant mess. Parchment, books, furniture all lay stroon across the floor, my table was shattered, all my creations over the years were now gone. They lay in ruins. A wave of sickness and panic flew over me, I was engaged, I was going to be married, I was the man, I was meant to have the job, I was supposed to provide the home. And what did I have? Nothing. I had nothing. Oh good god. What had I done? I was going to tie this poor girl to me for no reason, she would suffer with me, she would be miserable. Why hadn't I thought? Why had I been so selfish! I roared in self anger, tears rolling down my face as my body protested and bubbled. I was panting now, closing my eyes. Oh god, my love had made me so selfish, Christine was so young, so fragile, so beautiful. She needed protection, she needed a prince charming, what the hell was I doing? I twisted and turned discomfort and panic filling me.
'Erik?' A pale face Nadir asked from across the room, my rage filled me on seeing him, the pain in my body, the confusion in my head, the love for Christine, it all felt like it was too much.
'What?' I roared my throat dry and crackling, I felt utterly betrayed by this man. 'Have you come to steal more of my work? Have you come to humiliate me, by spreading my love around, showing the whole of Paris the Phantom's final and last piece of insanity?' I watched his eyes boggle slightly, and then he sighed, I realised I must not of seemed very intimidating sitting on my chair wrapped up in a quilt.
'Erik, I did it for you. When I realised you were going to survive, I knew you couldn't stay here. You can't stay here, Erik look at this place. It's a wreck! I sold the work, yes I know it was wrong, but Erik you need to get away, you need the money. I did it to help you.' Nadir said, my mind spun, my chest panting, I hated to admit but he was right, I sat shaking, running my hand across my chin, anger making me tremble and sick rise to my throat.
'Do you know what that score contains?' I panted, I knew he didn't understand or know. He shook his head.
'That Nadir Kahn, that score contains, my love, my lust, my passion for Christine. Its all in their Nadir! There for everyone to see!' I thought of some of the lyrics, and the one particular song that came to my mind. Oh god, I imagined Christine singing that song, those words coming from her lips, my body shuddered and my stomach went to dust, the thought was too much to bear. The beauty would be so great. But then my mind turned back to the fact I was engaged, the fact that Christine was to be my bride, my heart flipped, maybe the money Nadir had got from the score would help, maybe it would be useful, he was right I couldn't stay here. I pulled my eyes up, my anger leaving me as I looked at Nadir, he looked as if he had aged ten years, his eyes were blotchy and red, his face was drawn and pale. Then I remembered the boy had killed himself. Madame Giry had told me that.
'I heard about the boy.' I said quietly, my temples throbbing. Nadir nodded.
'Yes, and he left something for you. Well for Christine, where is she?' Nadir looked around.
'She has returned to the surface to practise, Madame Giry is with her, I know she will be safe.' I croaked my throat on fire. I seemed to be paying for the few hours without pain I had, had. I noticed Nadir had a package in his hands.
'I might as well tell you Erik, I'm sure Christine will tell you. The older boy, not the Vicomte, he left Christine some things. Erik, he was so scared, so bloody scared. I knew he was going to take the bullet, I knew it. The look on his face was hideous. He wasn't like his younger brother, no he had regrets, he had remorse.' Nadir sighed, and for a moment I pitied him. 'He has given the two horses, and the manor house to Christine, he wanted her to have them, he wanted her to be comfortable.' I felt my jaw drop, the boy had left all of that for Christine? I couldn't believe it.
'The house is beautiful Erik, its stunning. I went to see it with him, and wow, she is a lucky girl.' Nadir sighed, sitting on the floor resting his head against the wall. 'This has taught me so much Erik, so much. How much pain love can cause, how much blood can come from it. How just awful it can all be. Poor Christine, this must of really spooked her. Erik, I know you will think me bold saying this, and I have no place but have you realised how much she loves you?' Nadir looked at me pained, I didn't know what to say, but I had to tell him, I couldn't contain it any longer.
'I'm engaged Nadir.' I whispered, I watched his eyes nearly pop from his head. 'I'm engaged to Christine Daae.' I said it clearly, a smiled creeping onto my face, my heart doing little jumps. I would never get tired of saying that, ever. Nadir was laughing, up on his feet and shaking my hand.
'Oh great Allah. Oh this is such wonderful news. Erik, I'm so happy for you!' Nadir was smiling so widely, tears leaking from his eyes. I was shocked at his show of emotion.
'She will adore you till you die Erik, you know this don't you!' He laughed again. It all felt so surreal, like I was living in a dream, there was happiness around me for the first time in my life, so much happiness, and I was just not used to it. It was beautiful, but something I was completely unused to. My heart was leaping inside of me, but I still had to wonder was I doing the right thing.
'Nadir, I love her, but she is only a child.' I whispered. I watched him slacken his smile slightly.
'Erik she is sixteen, she always will be young at heart. Erik, you're not having doubts are you?' Nadir said, his voice slightly desperate.
'But am I doing the right thing, I love her, I love her more than anything, but Nadir how am I to be a husband?' I said full of confusion.
'Erik, she adores you, and would follow you to the ends of the earth. Trust me, you will make a great husband, and she a great wife. Do you have any dates set? Any plans' Nadir smiled again, my head was spinning.
'No, it's all happened so quickly.' I muttered, feeling foolish.
'Don't worry, me and Madame Giry will help in any way we can, I think it would be best if you got married sooner rather than later. You need to move from here, you could live in the manor!' Nadir beamed looking like the village idiot, but I couldn't help resist the little quiver that my heart and stomach made at the thought of living with Christine in our own home.
'Yes Nadir, I think sooner would be better.' I shook with nerves slightly. 'God, I love her so much.'
'I know you do. I really know it.' Nadir sighed as he walked away resuming his seat on the floor.
There was a moments silence, then the air filled with sweet music notes.
Past the point of no return...
The final threshold
My heart stopped. It was Christine singing, but she was singing my song. The song that made my cheeks go aflame. I stopped breathing for a moment, my eyes shutting, my hands having to clench the chair as the song filled my head as it travelled quietly down to my lair. God, if this is what she did from all the way up on the stage, imagine what it would be like first hand. I trembled. I was almost certain Christine's beauty would be the death of me. Christine, my fiancé, my stomach lurched at the thought.
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Christine POV
It was strange being back on the stage, my heart pounded as I greeted and embraced everyone; it was so lovely to see them all. Though I couldn't help but feel as though I had been stabbed every time someone mentioned Raoul, and said they were sorry to me. Each time he was mentioned my stomach dropped, I tried my hardest to remember the laughing, smiling Raoul, the young Raoul who I had played with long ago. I glanced up at the rafters, a slight shiver running through me, that was where it had all started. That's where Erik had been shot. I thought of Erik in pain, my poor Erik, and my anger towards anyone who hurt him grew. I felt my mouth leap into a smile at the thought of him, and i ran my fingers over the ring that lay around my neck, it was so perfect. I was going to marry Erik! I was going to marry the Angel of Music himself. I was called forward through the bustling stage, I was excited and nervous to see what the new Opera would be like, I knew now it was Erik's creation, and felt the pressure pile one, I needed to impress him, to make him proud.
'Here you go Miss Daae, now no one has managed it yet, so just try your hardest to make it sound nice and we will see.' The conductor passed me the score sheet, and opened it at a song named 'Past the Point of no return.' I gulped as I looked at it. The rest of the cast, all sat in the wings to watch me, I realised now the song was a duet, but no one else was on the stage with me.
'Monsieur the song is a duet, but no one is here?' I asked confused, the man nodded sadly.
'We haven't found a male lead yet.' He sighed, then nodded at me, I spent a few moments listening to the music, gosh, it was terribly intense, the melody was like fire hot and raging, beautiful and possessive, I felt like ti was going to take me at any moment, it was frightening but I wanted to continue feeling this way. I looked at the conductor who nodded, apart from the music no one moved, no one made a sound, I took a deep breath and began.
You have brought me,
To that moment when words run dry.
To that moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why,
In my mind I've already imagined our bodes entwining,
Defenceless and silent,
Now I 'am here with you, no second thoughts,
I've decided, decided.
The lyrics were beautiful, so terribly intense but beautiful, so full of passion and need. I felt as though I wasn't doing the song justice, as if the lyrics were just too good for me, but in the moment when I took my breath I realised the conductor was grinning at me wildly. It encouraged me and I sang on.
Past the point of no return,
No going back now,
Our passion play has now at last begun,
I closed my eyes for the last lines, imagining singing this duet with Erik, imagining our voices colliding, I let the music take me entirely, it was an experience I had never felt before, it was stunning. I finished, praying Erik would hear me, that he would be happy.
It was all silent; I bit my lip I had obviously disappointed. I looked down at my hands, panting slightly. Then the conductor began to clap and so did everyone around him, the cast stood and cheered in the wings. I felt tears fill my eyes; this was all too sweet, too kind, surely I hadn't sung that well.
'Brava! Brava! Miss Daae, that was perfect!' I blushed as Firmin and Andre clapped me, I gave them a nervous bow, then felt myself blush red.
'We clearly have our new Prima Donna!' The conductor clapped me, I blushed wildly.
'Thank you, thank you all!' I said quietly, the stage now filled again, people returning to their practices. I walked to the wing in order to take a moment, to realise just how beautiful that music had been, just how perfect and full of Erik every note and every lyric was. I felt my breathing return to normal, as I stood in the cool darkness. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I spun so fast I nearly fell, my heart racing, I stopped panicking when I realised it was Madame Giry.
'Oh Madame, you gave me such a fright!' I panted, my heart going so fast it hurt, she smiled at me apologising.
'I have something for you.' She passed me a little note and a red rose. My stomach did a flip as I took them, I giggled I realised straight away who these were from. I read the note quickly.
Meet me outside, I will be in Nadir's carriage awaiting you.
Yours Erik
I smiled at his swirly writing, then worried how on earth had Mr Kahn got him into a carriage? I didn't like to guess. Erik had seemed in so much pain, why had Mr Kahn moved him? Where were we going? My heart jumped and I felt slightly nervous. But I trusted Erik one hundred percent. I looked at Madame Giry who smiled.
'Don't keep him waiting.' I gave her a squeeze, then putting on my cloak ran from the wing, down the corridor, and out the doors. My mind spinning. I saw Mr Kahn's carriage pulled by one bright chestnut horse. I skipped over to it through the sunshine, I saw Mr Kahn sitting on top with the horses reins in hand.
'Bonjour Mr Khan.' I called to him, he smiled down at me.
'Oh Miss Daae, Ive been told you're now engaged!' He beamed, I couldn't help but giggle it sounded so right, I clutched the rose to my chest.
'Hop in I have a surprise for you.' I gave Mr Kahn one more smile, then opened the little door, the shadow of the Opera Populaire looming over me. I gasped as I looked at Erik huddled in the corner, his eyes were almost shut. I pulled the little door too, and sat beside him, all the happiness draining from me.
'Erik, darling?'I whispered, taking up his frozen hand, he turned his head and smiled at me, moving slightly and his eyes opening up fully behind the mask. The blue and brown shining. The carriage began to move, rocking us gently. 'How are you feeling?' I was so worried, he looked in so much pain.
'I'm okay, just a little sore here and there.' He said, it melted my heart he was so brave, I snuggled closer to his, so I could rest my head on his shoulder.
'I sung one of your songs today Maestro.' I said quietly, noticing how Erik's shaking hand held me gently.
'I heard my angel. You were breath taking.' Erik coughed, I felt so happy when he said that. I felt tears fill my eyes as I took up his hand again and realised how cold he was.
'Oh Erik, you're so cold!' I took the cloak off my shoulders, Erik moved away instantly.
'I will not have you freeze!' he said stubbornly, then I had an idea, I put the cloak over us both so it was like a quilt. I had to sit all but on Erik's lap for it to work, but he didn't complain, just sat as if he was a statue. Then smiled at me his eyes shining as wrapped my arms around his waist, holding his twitching body.
'Where are we going Erik?'I asked, I really didn't know. I felt him sigh, and then take something from the inside of his cloak. I looked at the letter that was now in my hands. I looked at Erik, whose eyes didn't glitter anymore, I knew this letter wasn't one full of joy. I didn't recognise the writing, but it said my name, I opened it and began to read, I was extremely confused, but tears fell from my cheeks as I read the letter and realised the words were the last one's Philippe de Chagny ever wrote.
Dear Christine.
I will not beg for your forgiveness nor will I expect it from you. Between me and my brother we have managed to ruin your life. We both became monster's ones whose actions led to your grief. Those many nights ago when I murdered your father, I realised then and there I was a beast, I realised that you would be alone. I realised then that I had taken someone beloved parent from them. I was disgusted at myself and grief took me. Not a day went by when I didn't hear your pleas and screams. I've never felt so guilty in my life. I should of turned myself in, but didn't. Why? Because I' am a coward. I visited your father's grave often Christine, I know you will probably be disgusted by this, but I went there frequently to ask for his forgiveness, to ask for him to look after you and send someone to help you.
You found that someone. You found you him, the love of your life. I cannot understand this love, the fact you love a man regarded as a 'monster' but actually no, he might have a horrific face, but the love in his eye Christine, that is true love. The way my brother treated you was the actions of a monster, he was bewitched by you, I hope one day you can forgive him, I know you will never forgive me, but try and forgive him. He was young and foolish, he never meant to hurt you.
I hope Christine, that you and your lover can marry and hopefully be happy together. The brief moments I saw you together I knew the love you had was like no other. Treasure that. It is a rare gift. Love him with all your heart and 'm sure he will love you back the same too. I have left you and your lover something Christine, the manor house. I don't expect you to have it, I just thought after the destruction my brother caused in your lovers 'home' that you would need somewhere to live. I hope you find it adequate, it has nothing to do with the de Chagny's anymore and is entirely yours, you will not be disturbed. I have also left you two horses, I don't know if you want them, if not please send them to good homes.
I cannot apologise enough Christine, to you, to your lover, to your father, to everybody. I wish I could change time, but I can't and what I did, I did.
I hope you can forget me and the evil I did.
Goodbye and sorry
Philippe.
I sat tears rolling down my cheeks. It was too much. To think he had written this just before he had killed himself, just before he had inserted the bullet to his brain. He had killed himself. He was gone. He had left me a manor house? My heart stopped. I didn't understand. A manor house? He hoped for me and Erik to move into it. I let the tears roll freely. What a strange situation this was. I felt Erik's arm around me, I sobbed into his shoulder whilst he rocked me as he coughed. I felt the carriage stop and Erik sat me back slightly, looking at me concerned.
'Christine, are you okay?' He said quietly, his voice so concerned it broke my heart.
'Oh Erik, I feel bad for forgiving the man who killed my papa.' I cried, closing my eyes. I jumped slightly as I felt Erik's long fingers on my face, catching the tears.
'Angel, listen to me. You have forgiven the man who took fate into his own hands to help you. You have forgiven him, but no, you haven't forgiven the murderer.' Erik was right. I didn't know how to feel. I would never forget what he did, the night he took my papa, but as I read the letter again, I realised I needed to forgive this man a little, I realised the man that had killed my papa, was not the real Philippe de Chagny, he was someone else. A man that might of been kind and sweet. I cuddled into Erik, being careful not to squeeze him too tight. With one hand he reached and took the rose from the seat and slid it into my curls, I gave him a sad smile, I loved him so much.
'Where are we Erik?' I realised the carriage had been stationary for some time now. Erik looked down onto me looking slightly nervous.
'Nadir knew about him leaving the manor, and well we thought-if that's okay with you of course, well we thought maybe you and I could live here. Together, once we are married of course.' He looked at the floor, my heart leapt as I imagined living with Erik, being with my angel all the time and never leaving his side.
'Oh Erik Id like nothing more!' I held him not ever wanting to let go. I didn't have the slightest guess what the house would be like, but I knew if Erik was going to be living in it with me it would be made beautiful.
'Are you ready?' Mr Kahn called from outside, I reached forward and opened the little door, Nadir must of noticed my teary eyes and looked down.
'Are you okay Christine?' I nodded, then turned to Erik, who was dragging himself along the leather seat to be closer to the door. With the help of Mr Kahn I managed to get Erik out the carriage without too much trouble. I let him lean his weight on me although he protested at first, he soon realised he needed me as a support. I realised we were no longer in Paris, the scenery around us was beautiful, all fields and meadows, it was so quiet I couldn't see another house for miles around. The birds chirped in the trees and there was the faint sound of water coming from somewhere.
'This way.' Mr Kahn led us around the carriage, I held Erik tightly, who dragged his leg along, I made sure I walked extra slow to help him. As we walked around the carriage, the most beautiful house came into view, it was stone faced and just absolutely stunning. It made me want to clap my hands in delight. A rose vine snaked its way up its face, the large door was flanked by five large windows; there was a terracotta roof and a chimney. It was beautiful. On either side of it was lawns, along them were fruit trees, but to the left of the house I noticed a path leading off. I was so desperate to explore. I couldn't believe it. This was going to be mine and Erik's home! My heart raced and I couldn't help but giggle at the thought.
'Oh Erik, its perfect!' I gasped smiling at him, he nodded in agreement. Mr Kahn led us down the side path of the house, it was huge! I wondered how many rooms it had. I didn't have long to wonder because I let out a squeal of delight as I realised I was looking onto a stable block, and out of the stable doors poked two heads. One was huge and silver, the other was white but with black ears. I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. I looked at Erik, who lent against the wall for support and smiled at me, I ran to the horses, Caspian the large grey stallion neighed at the sight of me making me laugh, I covered his large face in kisses. The heard a softer knicker from the next door stable. I walked to it and gasped the horse was so beautiful. Jet black, and a lot finer in build then Caspian, its face was white completely white, apart from its black nose and ears. It looked as if it was wearing-my heart stopped. It looked as if it was wearing a mask. A huge smile pulled at my lips as I kissed the rather nervous horses black nose. Before returning back to Erik, who was standing looking at the gardens, it was all so lovely. All so perfect and it was all mine. It had all been left for me. I would share it all with the man I loved.
Erik's leant on the bench to help him stand, him and Nadir were in conversation. I spun a pirouette, the soft grass tickling my ankles, as I smiled at the back of the house. Erik was so tall, so immensely tall and thin it took my breath away, he was like a force himself. A beautiful force of music and inward beauty. I realised I owed him everything; he had given me all I had. Without him who knew what I would be doing, I would be sad and alone and in the costume closet. He had given me a chance, he had believed, he had nurtured me, tutored me, loved me, and trusted me. He truly was a remarkable man. I was learning about him all the time, I wished to know so much more, but I knew I had to take it slow, and as I thought of his burnt chest and looked at his stiff splinted leg, I knew I was lucky my Maestro had survived. I skipped behind Erik, hugging him from behind, making him jump.
'Oh Erik, its perfect, what do you think? Do you like it? If not, I don't mind, we can fix the lair. It's your choice.' I said into his bony back.
'Christine, I think it's perfect here. I can see that you love it.' He sighed.
'I shall leave you two for a moment.' Mr Kahn left us alone, Erik sat on the bench hissing in pain, I sat beside him looking out onto the lawn before us, noticing the beautiful willow tree that dipped into the water.
'Christine, are you sure? Are you really sure? I feel like I asked you too soon, are you sure you want this? You want me? You can say no.' Erik said looking at his hands. My heart dropped, why was he saying this? ;I will understand if you do. I mean I'm a monster, a beast. I have no face; I'm scarred, bruised and ugly. Oh Christine are you sure?'
'Don't you want me?' I whispered, feeling sick.
'Yes!' Erik all but shouted, he said it so quick.
'Why do you doubt me so?' I said sadly.
'Christine, this all seems like a dream to me. I'm constantly waiting to wake up. I love you. But I don't want you to feel you have to love me.' Erik sounded in pain.
'I love you now and always. I don't want anyone else but you.' I said firmly looking into his eyes.
I felt him sigh beside me, I took up his hand and held it.
'You sung magnificently today Christine, even from what I could hear I could tell you were trying your hardest.' I smiled and blushed. 'Do you mind, singing to me now?' he whispered, of course I didn't mind, I leapt up and stood before Erik's tall frame and began to sing:
Angel of music,
Guide and guardian,
Branch to me your glory,
Angel of music,
Angel of music,
Hide no longer,
Come to me strange angel.
I felt Erik rise, and stand wobbling before me. He began to sing, though his voice was dry it still sounded so beautiful, my eyes fluttered shut.
I watched your face from the shadows,
Distant through all the applause,
You hear my voice in the darkness,
Yet the words aren't yours.
I smiled and joined in, our voices entwining.
Angel of music,
Guide and guardian,
Branch to me your glory,
Angel of music,
Hide no longer,
Come to me strange angel!
Erik sat back down panting, smiling slightly as he did so. I stood in the aftershock that Erik's voice always left me in, the beauty leaving me, I willed for him to sing again. I sat beside him, as he continued to look forward. Then I had an idea.
'Erik, there is no male singer for the opera yet, you should take the part. Oh you'd be wonderful!' I thought of singing with Erik on the stage before and it was one of my silly day dreams, imagining our voices joining for all to hear.
I heard Erik begin to laugh from beside me, it was slightly croaky as he did so he shook his head and smiled. I smiled back at him, though I didn't know why he was laughing, I was being serious...
Thank you all for reading!
I really would love to know your opinions, as I said fluff isn't my forte and I'm really having to use my brain for this. So please let me know what you thought. *reviewers get to sing past the point of no return with Erik*
*Erik roses for you all*
