A/N Forgive errors. xxxx

When your love is pouring like the rain,

I close my eyes and it's gone again

When will I get the chance to say I love you?

I pretend that you're already mine,

That my heart isn't breaking everytime,

I look into your eyes.

Chapter 26- Healing Voice.

The time seemed to pass so quickly once Erik was carrying her and it didn't seem long before he was telling her that it was time to rest. He led her across the field to a small wooded area where he laid his cloak on the floor and gestured for Christine to sit on it. She didn't take much convincing and leant her back against the tree, watching as Erik settled himself opposite her.

'You can sleep for a while,' he said to her gently and she looked at him watching his face for signs of tiredness. She found none.

'I think I'll stay up.' She said and he nodded.

They sat there for a long time, looking at each other, neither really knowing how to start the conversation that they had both been longing to have all day. Erik rested his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward, towards her and Christine remained rested against the tree, scared to break away from looking at him.

'How have you been Erik?' she finally asked, her heart jumping.

'I've been…' he said. 'I've been fine.'

'Really?' she said and leaned forward. 'What have you been doing?'

He looked at her, watching her eyes as she watched him. He knew that she was expecting something profound, she always had of him but the truth was not that interesting.

'I've been living in Paris mostly.' He said. 'Keeping myself to myself. And you Christine?'

She thought hard about her answer, so many responses bouncing around in her mind but none of them sounded right to her.

'I've moved around a lot.' She said.

'I see.' His eyes glinted in the fading light of the sun. His mind was bouncing ideas around and he was desperate to ask, he needed to know. 'Why don't you have children?'

She glanced over at him and let her head sink so that she was looking at the dirt by her feet. She choked back a sob and composed herself mentally before looking back into his eyes.

'I can't have children.' She said and then, as the words left her mouth the tears poured, like rain, along her cheeks. Her composure was a thing of the past as she sobbed and cried and longed to be safe again.

Erik looked on at her tiny figure contorting in the pain of her heart. Her sobs rang through his ears and although they were not loud they were deafening.

'It's caused so many problems Erik, so many. You don't know, I wish you knew, I wish I could tell you how…' she choked. 'How much it hurts! How I wanted to be normal, how I wanted everything to be well and good and right!'

He watched as she continued, he let her cry and bluster at him.

'Oh God, I can't take it anymore… he hurt me so much. He shunned me… wouldn't touch me. But said he loved me. How can you love someone and not touch them?' she asked, the tears dripping slowly from her cheeks. 'How? I wish you knew…'

It was too much and before she knew it Erik was at her side, arms around her body holding her to his chest, letting her cry into him. He held her tight, stroked her hair and gently shushed but it was no use. She was hysterical, and he wondering how Raoul could be so cruel.

'Shh' he cooed. 'Shh, Christine. I understand, I know.' He soothed her but she could not stop crying. And somewhere in his soul he mustered the energy to do the only thing that had ever soothed her, to do the only thing that could ever comfort her…

'Night time sharpens heightens each sensation…'