As Erik sat down onto his bed, he began to think. Can I do this again? Can I love again? Is this even love? He was uncertain about the future, which he didn't like. The attraction between them was obvious. However, the Phantom was afraid. He was attracted to her so much, and she seemed to feel the same for him… or did she? He let out a long sigh. Once again his mind was cluttered, but all the thinking made him increasingly tired. He laid his head on his pillow and finally slipped into a deep sleep.
The next day she woke up early. Although the pain surrounded her, she got up to search for the strange man from last night. As she left her room, entering the main room, she gasped. There, across the room, was an organ. This man likes music? He didn't seem like the type. She slowly walked over and sat down on Sweet Music's Throne. It had been so long, but just the sight of it made everything come back. She began to play a simple children's song to see if she remembered like she thought she had. After completing the song perfectly, she let down her guard and began playing whatever her fingers felt like playing. She began playing the most beautiful of songs…
As he reached up to touch her face, she vanished before his eyes. "Christine…" Wake up Erik, wake up… He awoke with a start. He heard the faint sound of music being played. Heavenly music… He began to walk towards the noise, which lead him to the main room. It was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. It had pain, and yet, the pain found wings that flew to heights where they became happy! The music told a story of pain that triumphed to joy and happiness. As he looked over at the girl he could tell the intense emotion she was putting into it. She was giving her soul and nothing less. The Angel plays heavenly music…
As she continued to play, she sensed someone behind her. She shrugged it off. However, after a few minutes of that particular feeling, she turned around to see the man on his knees, sobbing. She ran over to him as fast as her injuries would allow. Why is he crying? She gently touched his bare back in an attempt to comfort him. "No… don't… stop playing," he choked out. She ignored him. "What's wrong?" No answer.She had no idea how beautiful is had sounded in his ears and how badly he wanted to have his pain be lifted up like it had in her music.After a few moments of silence he lifted his head up out of his hands and looked at her. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, tears still streaming. "I didn't learn it, I just played what my soul longed to play." Amazing. The Angel can play the music of the angels. As he regained his posture, their eyes met and they simply stared at one another like they had the night before.
As he gazed upon her, she began to note some of his features. The whitemask was still on his face, but the visible half was actually quite handsome. He had dark hair that hung loosely in his face. His shirtless chest was muscular as were his arms. They were strong, and yet they could be gentile, as she had found out from the stitch work he had done on her. His eyes seemed to carry all the sadness of the world, as they had appeared the night before.
He was mesmerized at the spectacle before him. Sheer beauty. As he slowly snapped out of his trance, he remembered that she was hurt and probably hungry. "Wait here a minute," he said as he got up and started walking back to his room. Such a strange man, and yet, whenever he looks in my eyes, I get lost in his. "Are you hungry?" Until that point, she had forgotten her hunger. She answered with an enthusiastic "Yes!"