A/N: Thanks reviewers!!! I really appreciate your comments.
draegon-fire- I'm glad that you think Erik should show her she can learn to love him. That's what I was going to do anyway! You read my mind! Anyway, thanks again and please keep reviewing! If you notice something I could improve or have ideas for me put it in a review or email me. Thanks!
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Later that evening, I sat at my organ composing a song when I sensed someone standing behind me. I stopped playing and I felt Christine's small arms wrap around my neck and her lips gently kiss the left side of my face. I slid over on the bench so that she could sit next to me. She did, and I started playing again. Soon I felt her rest her head on my shoulder and heard her sigh contentedly. I turned my head and kissed the top of hers. As I did so, I breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume. The song I played was a soft, slow concerto. The notes flowed gently around the two of us, bringing us to an almost perfect alternate world. Here, everything was about the music. The music was the very essence of our lives. We were part of the music and the music was a part of us. I had to take advantage of this while I was sure she felt it too.
"Dance with me Christine," I whispered.
"What?" she said.
"Dance with me," I repeated. I stood up and took her hands. She stood up too and I pulled her close. I started to hum the song I had been playing and we danced gracefully around the room; just my angel and I. When the dance ended, she looked up into my eyes and I down into hers. Her eyes sparkled with life and beauty. My eyes were cold and held only the dim light of a life I never had and I beauty I had only dreamed of. She let her head rest on my chest and I absently stroked her hair.
"That song was beautiful Erik," she said softly.
"Thank you Christine. I wrote it for you," I stated.
"You wrote it for me? Why?" she asked.
"You mean more than all the world to me Christine. I cannot express my love for you in words; it is a feat that could never be accomplished even if I had three lifetimes, but I can express my love for you in music, for music is the only way I can express anything and feel it is justified," I answered. "I feel that even after all of us here are dead and gone, music alone will remain. The haunting melodies of those from long ago still live today, just as the music of our time will live in years to come. Words alone will not survive, meaning if I simply told you that I love you that would not last either. However, my music will live forever even though I will not. If I put my love for you into my music, then my love will survive as well."
She stared at me, an expression on her face that I couldn't quite read. Suddenly, a single tear rolled down her porcelain skin followed by another and soon she was weeping as I held her in my arms. I sank down to the floor and just held her. I rocked back and forth as one would when trying to calm a scared child. When I looked at her that's what I thought of. She seemed like a confused and scared little girl and I, with her trembling in my arms, was just as equally perplexed.
draegon-fire- I'm glad that you think Erik should show her she can learn to love him. That's what I was going to do anyway! You read my mind! Anyway, thanks again and please keep reviewing! If you notice something I could improve or have ideas for me put it in a review or email me. Thanks!
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Later that evening, I sat at my organ composing a song when I sensed someone standing behind me. I stopped playing and I felt Christine's small arms wrap around my neck and her lips gently kiss the left side of my face. I slid over on the bench so that she could sit next to me. She did, and I started playing again. Soon I felt her rest her head on my shoulder and heard her sigh contentedly. I turned my head and kissed the top of hers. As I did so, I breathed in the sweet scent of her perfume. The song I played was a soft, slow concerto. The notes flowed gently around the two of us, bringing us to an almost perfect alternate world. Here, everything was about the music. The music was the very essence of our lives. We were part of the music and the music was a part of us. I had to take advantage of this while I was sure she felt it too.
"Dance with me Christine," I whispered.
"What?" she said.
"Dance with me," I repeated. I stood up and took her hands. She stood up too and I pulled her close. I started to hum the song I had been playing and we danced gracefully around the room; just my angel and I. When the dance ended, she looked up into my eyes and I down into hers. Her eyes sparkled with life and beauty. My eyes were cold and held only the dim light of a life I never had and I beauty I had only dreamed of. She let her head rest on my chest and I absently stroked her hair.
"That song was beautiful Erik," she said softly.
"Thank you Christine. I wrote it for you," I stated.
"You wrote it for me? Why?" she asked.
"You mean more than all the world to me Christine. I cannot express my love for you in words; it is a feat that could never be accomplished even if I had three lifetimes, but I can express my love for you in music, for music is the only way I can express anything and feel it is justified," I answered. "I feel that even after all of us here are dead and gone, music alone will remain. The haunting melodies of those from long ago still live today, just as the music of our time will live in years to come. Words alone will not survive, meaning if I simply told you that I love you that would not last either. However, my music will live forever even though I will not. If I put my love for you into my music, then my love will survive as well."
She stared at me, an expression on her face that I couldn't quite read. Suddenly, a single tear rolled down her porcelain skin followed by another and soon she was weeping as I held her in my arms. I sank down to the floor and just held her. I rocked back and forth as one would when trying to calm a scared child. When I looked at her that's what I thought of. She seemed like a confused and scared little girl and I, with her trembling in my arms, was just as equally perplexed.