23.55, only five minutes to midnight, only five minutes till he would
meet her again.
There was no breeze, the sea was black and except the lights that was shining inside the ship, there was only the moon and the stars that gave the ocean a glittering shade. There he was in the fore of the ship, he was almost invisible, because the hat and the cloak almost hid him. A little breeze came and he could feel how it played with his cloak.
- Hello, Erik, she said.
That voice, that beautiful voice, he turned around, slowly facing her. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. She wore a white cloak and a white dress with little glittering pink roses on the chest. And her hair, her glorious dark hair hang loosely over her shoulders and the wind played with it. He remembered how soft it had felt when he had drove his fingers trough it during their first kiss.
- Hello, Christine, he replied. She moved closer to him, not touching him, but so close he could feel the warmth of her body.
- I saw you when you played in the dining-room, you are wonderful.
- Thank you, he replied, - You must go and be happy with Raoul, he said after a moment of silence.
- Actually, I'm happier here, and I've missed you, she said. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Really? he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
- Yes, I've missed you and...and..., she stuttered.
- And what, Christine, he asked.
His voice caressed her name so beautifully. She had to confess now, it might be her last chance.
- And I...I...I love you, she said it finally.
A wave of anger ran through his body, he didn't believed her, it was simply too much.
- Oh, you do? - So that's why you ran away from me in fear with your little vicomte?
- I didn't want to leave you, you told me to, and Raoul dragged me away. Oh Erik, I wanted nothing more than to stay with you.
- You don't mean that, he said and he felt his eyes fill with tears.
- Yes, I do, after our kiss I discovered something that I had never known before.
- And that was? he knew that he was mean to her, but now he couldn't be more confused.
- That I love you, she said.
- Oh please, Christine! - Go back to Raoul, leave me, the only one that you are fooling is yourself. He turned away from her.
Christine felt her eyes starting to fill with tears.
- What do I have to do to convince you? she asked, but he didn't answered. Without any second thoughts, Christine grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him towards her. Without thinking, she did what she had longed for so much, she pressed her lips to his. Erik tried to pull away, but she held him with a strength she did not even knew she had.
Then Erik felt her passion, her eyes were close, but he couldn't pull away now. He had lost her once, could he do it again? Without answering his silent question, he drove his hands through her hair. It was so soft.
Did she love him? Yes, she did, or else she wouldn't be standing here and kissing him. But he had to know. He pulled away gently from her, and she opened her eyes, and all he could see in them was love. Pure love, he smiled, for the first time he really smiled. He lowered his mouth down on hers again and his arms came around her waist, pressing her hard against him. He could feel her hands move from his shoulders to slip around his neck.
Her lips parted under his, and his velvet tongue went in to her glorious mouth. They danced in the rhythm of night and love. They stood alone in the fore and the only ones that could see them were the moon and the stars.
They pulled apart.
- Oh Christine, he whispered. - You are so beautiful, so lovely. I don't deserve you.
- Of course you do, my love, she said and gave him a little smile.
'My love' Erik repeated the words in his head over and over. The moon hang over them like a big, shiny silver coin.
There was no breeze, the sea was black and except the lights that was shining inside the ship, there was only the moon and the stars that gave the ocean a glittering shade. There he was in the fore of the ship, he was almost invisible, because the hat and the cloak almost hid him. A little breeze came and he could feel how it played with his cloak.
- Hello, Erik, she said.
That voice, that beautiful voice, he turned around, slowly facing her. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. She wore a white cloak and a white dress with little glittering pink roses on the chest. And her hair, her glorious dark hair hang loosely over her shoulders and the wind played with it. He remembered how soft it had felt when he had drove his fingers trough it during their first kiss.
- Hello, Christine, he replied. She moved closer to him, not touching him, but so close he could feel the warmth of her body.
- I saw you when you played in the dining-room, you are wonderful.
- Thank you, he replied, - You must go and be happy with Raoul, he said after a moment of silence.
- Actually, I'm happier here, and I've missed you, she said. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Really? he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
- Yes, I've missed you and...and..., she stuttered.
- And what, Christine, he asked.
His voice caressed her name so beautifully. She had to confess now, it might be her last chance.
- And I...I...I love you, she said it finally.
A wave of anger ran through his body, he didn't believed her, it was simply too much.
- Oh, you do? - So that's why you ran away from me in fear with your little vicomte?
- I didn't want to leave you, you told me to, and Raoul dragged me away. Oh Erik, I wanted nothing more than to stay with you.
- You don't mean that, he said and he felt his eyes fill with tears.
- Yes, I do, after our kiss I discovered something that I had never known before.
- And that was? he knew that he was mean to her, but now he couldn't be more confused.
- That I love you, she said.
- Oh please, Christine! - Go back to Raoul, leave me, the only one that you are fooling is yourself. He turned away from her.
Christine felt her eyes starting to fill with tears.
- What do I have to do to convince you? she asked, but he didn't answered. Without any second thoughts, Christine grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him towards her. Without thinking, she did what she had longed for so much, she pressed her lips to his. Erik tried to pull away, but she held him with a strength she did not even knew she had.
Then Erik felt her passion, her eyes were close, but he couldn't pull away now. He had lost her once, could he do it again? Without answering his silent question, he drove his hands through her hair. It was so soft.
Did she love him? Yes, she did, or else she wouldn't be standing here and kissing him. But he had to know. He pulled away gently from her, and she opened her eyes, and all he could see in them was love. Pure love, he smiled, for the first time he really smiled. He lowered his mouth down on hers again and his arms came around her waist, pressing her hard against him. He could feel her hands move from his shoulders to slip around his neck.
Her lips parted under his, and his velvet tongue went in to her glorious mouth. They danced in the rhythm of night and love. They stood alone in the fore and the only ones that could see them were the moon and the stars.
They pulled apart.
- Oh Christine, he whispered. - You are so beautiful, so lovely. I don't deserve you.
- Of course you do, my love, she said and gave him a little smile.
'My love' Erik repeated the words in his head over and over. The moon hang over them like a big, shiny silver coin.