Okay let me get this off my chest first that homework really sucks, because waiting so long to get it done I don't want to sit at my computer and type long chapters anymore. (Starts sobbing.) As soon as spring break has come and gone I can start typing again, because I will go and see Phantom again if it is still playing. I need inspiration grrrrrr.

Well here is another piece of writing from creative writing that made me think of Erik and Christine again. I've added to the original a bit so it fits better. The purpose of this exercise was to take the last line of our fiction piece and write a completely new piece out of it. So I did. I hope you guys like it.

The Peace

This felt like the peacefulness after the storm had cleared. Not long ago the lightning had flashed and the thunder had roared. I thought the anger and the rage was never going to end, but soon the clouds began to lift as my decision was made. As I kissed my lover to be he wrapped me in his arms, his tears like rain falling from his eyes and mixing with my own tears of joy and love for him. He released the man hanging on the gate ordering him to leave and never return for me. I held my lover close as the man gave me one last disappointed glance and took off down the tunnel.

My lover had told me we were to make haste from the Opera House in order to escape those that were after us. Wrapping his music into a leather binding and throwing clothes into a bag he took my hand and we fled into the night watching as flames and smoke billowed from what had been our home. I soon had the urge to run back inside, but I was held back. I had forgotten my father's portrait inside.

Strong arms wrapped around me as we stood within the shadows of the alleyway watching as men came trying to put out the raging blaze. I felt my lover shudder and give out a heavy sigh as the flames danced in his eyes and across the gleaming white mask on his face. A tear slid down his cheek at the loss of all his treasures and belongs lost forever by his hatred.

I leaned against him and soon led him away; away from the flames and those haunting memories. In no time we had found that place we could call home again and another storm had passed. I stood out on the balcony watching as the last of the clouds began to fade, twirling a rose in my fingers. Warm arms embraced me and I could feel his breath against my neck. A few stray raindrops fell upon my hand and I gazed longingly at them before he turned me to look at him.

I no longer saw the hatred in my lover's eyes. Now there was love and happiness hidden back in those golden spheres as he held me gently. I leaned in and settled against his chest as the last light of the sun sunk behind the horizon bringing on the night.

Why did it all have to end? Everything I had worked so hard for in the Opera House was gone in one swift stroke, but then I had a settling thought as Erik ran a gloved hand through my curls. I still had him. The one thing I had worked for had been love and he gave it to me without any hesitation as he kissed my head sweetly. The storm had finally cleared and I was no longer afraid of them, because my angel had fallen from heaven and rested his head lovingly a top of mine.

So what do you think? Please be honest. I miss having reviews so everyone give me your thoughts please. (Eyes Punjab Lasso) Don't make me use this.