Sorry I don't know who Nadir is, but if it is the same person as the Persian I am sorry because I don't like the Persian.
Christine had watched with eyes of both sadness and relief as she saw poor Erik for, she thought, the last time. She loved Raoul didn't she? That was the reason she left the phantom, right?
During the past week, Christine's mind had been full of thoughts of Erik and how she felt so incomplete without him. Yet, she was so afraid of him wasn't she? She did love Raoul but it reached no further than a friendship.
"Oh why did I leave poor Erik?" whispered Christine so she wouldn't awake Raoul who demanded that Christine slept in the bed with him even though they were not yet even married. Raoul was so controlling. In just a week's time she had been greatly changed in her style of clothing, hair, and manners, but her inside had stayed the same. The tears began to fall down her perfectly-shaped cheeks as they had done nightly when she would sit on the windowsill and think painful thoughts. She couldn't live in agony forever.
Erik had no reason to live. Christine was his life, his whole being. It had been a week and she hadn't come back to poor Erik. The only person he had seen was that despicable Persian. How he hated the Persian. The Persian had even tried to pry in on his very thoughts of sorrow and emptiness. Oh, how Erik longed to kiss Christine's beautiful lips and caress her flawless, delicate body. He often thought about hanging himself and almost did once, but the Persian stopped him. That is when he had killed the Persian. He had whipped out his Punjab lasso and shouted at the Persian, "You can't meddle with me and torture me once your dead!" and with a swift movement of his lasso, the Persian was dead.
Erik wanted to kill more innocent people than he ever had before. His mind was on fire with hatred towards Raoul. Raoul, that little coward just wanted Christine for her body and charm, but Erik wanted Christine's whole soul because she had a soul like no other.
