A.N Thanx for your lovely reviews. I appreciate every single one of them.

Now this chapter has no plot whatsoever. I just wanted to get some Erik in here. Enjoy!

Black and White

His fingers danced across the keys, mesmerising anyone fortunate enough to watch them. Which so far, had only been one person.

Sometimes he gave them a gentle tap, when the music was soft and quiet. Other times, he hit them with all the power he could muster. Nowadays, it was mostly the latter.

This was his way of releasing all the anger, fury and emotion inside of him.

Music was his only friend. She was always there for him. She never left him, never betrayed him, never denied him. She was happy just to be played and heard once in a while.

If he needed a shoulder to cry on, Music was there. If he needed a way to release his frustration, she was there. And if one day, he needed someone to share his joy with, she would be there.

But the last would never happen. Not without her.

In his fury, he pounded out the last note. The eerie sound echoed around the other wise silent room.

Stupid fool!

He had spent so long trying to forget her. Her slender body and skin that felt like silk to touch. The long, brown curls that framed her perfect, angelic face…

Stop it! Stop tormenting yourself!

He really had tried to move on. He now lived in house above ground, still in Paris however. Paris was the closest place he had to a home, even though she was just…

He violently slammed the keys again. Why couldn't she just leave him alone? Hadn't she tormented him enough, leaving him alone with nothing?

Then why did he still love her?

For a while he just stared at the keys of his organ. In some ways, he was just like Music. His life would never have any colour without her; it would always be in black and white.

A.N Sorry that was so short but I'm hoping to but another up tonight…if you review nicely!