A/N: Doesn't this sound like the relationships in our world today? All the
confusion about love...well this just goes to show you, it's been going on
for a lot longer than we think... ya'll are probably hating me for making
them almost kiss again, but I promise you this is the last time. I'm trying
to draw out the story to it's full potential and not just end it just like
that. So sorry again... oh and in response to SKYwalker-BLUE, since I haven't
seen the musical yet, its really hard to figure out the details of the
lair...so I am so sorry!!!!
Christina felt Erik hands slip away from her shoulders. Her heart sank as he stepped away. He wasn't going to kiss her. She bit her lip as she felt more tears sting and prick her eyes.
"You're so lovely," He breathed. He clasped her hand gently. A frown replaced the serene smile on her lips.
"I must go home," She said pulling away from him. "Good night Erik!" She said anger pouring through her words. If she was attractive to him why did he not kiss her! She stormed from the room as quickly as she could. It would not do for her to crash into a wall, because she did not use her cane properly. Erik winced each time her cane connected with the stone floor.
"Good night, Mon ange," He whispered. He knew exactly why she was angry at him, and she had a right to be. He had given so many signals that he was going to kiss her, and then he had pulled back. He couldn't kiss her. He wasn't going to terrify her with his twisted lips. He'd made the mistake before, and wasn't going to do it twice. If she wished to put herself through it she would have to bring her lips to his. He could not bear it if he kissed her himself and she did not return it. That would ruin him. She was so intoxicating, her beauty was wondrous. But, he mused, that wasn't why he was attracted to her. Her beauty was appealing yes, but he loved her heart, it held secrets and visions he longed to be apart of. Her anger had stirred his heart, it hurt him. If she knew how much he longed to kiss her, he was sure she would not be so offended...
Christina sat defeated in the carriage. She should not have been so angry with him. What had happen to her resolve to let him kiss her when he felt the time was right? Passion had flooded her senses just as she'd feared. She gotten caught up in it and it had swept her away. Erik was not to blame. It was her own heart. She furiously wiped a tear away from her cheek. It was her fault! She cried bitterly. That night the moon was cold, and her dreams were empty...
Christina felt Erik hands slip away from her shoulders. Her heart sank as he stepped away. He wasn't going to kiss her. She bit her lip as she felt more tears sting and prick her eyes.
"You're so lovely," He breathed. He clasped her hand gently. A frown replaced the serene smile on her lips.
"I must go home," She said pulling away from him. "Good night Erik!" She said anger pouring through her words. If she was attractive to him why did he not kiss her! She stormed from the room as quickly as she could. It would not do for her to crash into a wall, because she did not use her cane properly. Erik winced each time her cane connected with the stone floor.
"Good night, Mon ange," He whispered. He knew exactly why she was angry at him, and she had a right to be. He had given so many signals that he was going to kiss her, and then he had pulled back. He couldn't kiss her. He wasn't going to terrify her with his twisted lips. He'd made the mistake before, and wasn't going to do it twice. If she wished to put herself through it she would have to bring her lips to his. He could not bear it if he kissed her himself and she did not return it. That would ruin him. She was so intoxicating, her beauty was wondrous. But, he mused, that wasn't why he was attracted to her. Her beauty was appealing yes, but he loved her heart, it held secrets and visions he longed to be apart of. Her anger had stirred his heart, it hurt him. If she knew how much he longed to kiss her, he was sure she would not be so offended...
Christina sat defeated in the carriage. She should not have been so angry with him. What had happen to her resolve to let him kiss her when he felt the time was right? Passion had flooded her senses just as she'd feared. She gotten caught up in it and it had swept her away. Erik was not to blame. It was her own heart. She furiously wiped a tear away from her cheek. It was her fault! She cried bitterly. That night the moon was cold, and her dreams were empty...