Yay, another update. If this chapter is a little depressing, it's because I'm in a depressed mood right now and I have horrible insomnia. Once again, I'm writing from Christine's perspective and I don't own any of the characters.

I wandered down a beautiful hallway, then came to a grand staircase. It was made of dark wood and what looked to be gold. It was comparable to the staircase back at the Opera House. I gently walked down the stairs feeling like a princess.

Before I explored, I decided to find Erik. I had no clue where to start searching looking, so I did the logical thing and called his name. I heard him walking, and I would've met him halfway, but I had no idea where he was coming from.

"Christine, I just finished making some breakfast...or lunch...whatever you would prefer to call it."

I took his hand and he led me to a beautiful dining room with the largest table that I had ever seen. There were two places set up atone end, and there was the mostdelicious looking and smelling food. As my stomach grumbled angrily, I sat down, and Erik sat across from me. He poured each of us a glass of wine and I gingerly took a sip and began to eat.

I felt like an animal eating the way I was. Erik had barely touched his food by the time I was almost finished.

"Erik, aren't you hungry...you didn't eat yesterday and you've barely eaten today. You must be famished."

"I don't eat a lot or sleep a lot...why, when I was writing the Don Juan Triumphant, I would write for two weeks at a time living off of music and only music. I wouldn't eat or sleep for days."

I pleaded with him. "Erik, that's not healthy. I'm going to make you eat or else you will get sick and die, then I will be all alone. I don't want to live without you, Erik."

I reached across the table and put my hand on his. He looked at my hand, then me and smiled.

"Okay, Christine, but only for you."

I finished eating and sat and watched him eat.

After he finished eating, he mumbled quietly to himself, "I'm going to end up looking like Piangi if I keep eating that way."

I got up and starting clearing away the dishes, but Erik stopped me.

"Christine, I have hired help to do that. You are going to live like a princess as long as I'm here, and I intend on being here for a very long time."

I blushed and covered my face. I was so embarrassed for some reason. Erik chuckled merrily at my embarrassment and took my hand and led me to a giant library. I looked around in utter amazement. Never in my life had I seen so many books.

"Erik, I want you to read to me! Like my father used to...he'd tell me tales of Little Lotte and the Angel of Music. It has been so long...please Erik, read to me."

He looked at me quizically, but proceeded in choosing a book. I can't even remember what it was because I was lost in his voice. He sat on a beautiful couch, and I curled up beside him. He would stroke my hair as he read, and I rested my head on his chest.

After he read for about an hour, he paused for a moment. I was almost asleep because of the calming sound of his voice.

"Christine...I must ask you this...when did you realize that you wanted to be with me?"

I looked at him adoringly. "Erik, that night on the stage during the Don Juan Trimphant when we were up on the bridge and you were holding me in your arms singing to me, I realized that I knew all along that I loved you, but before, I was too afraid to admit it. I was blinded by Raoul's promises of prestige and glamor to realize it, but that night, it hit me. I couldn't betray you, the man who once inspired my voice, the man that I love."

I thought I saw tears forming in Erik's eyes, but I wasn't sure. I will never be sure. Perhaps the reason I couldn't tell was because my eyes were filled with tears. I buried my face in his shoulder and he began to quietly sing me a song and that was when I knew for sure, no doubt in my mind, that I had made the right choice.

R&R please. I really want to know what you think, even if you think it is trash. TELL ME! Also, give me some ideas on how to continue. My brain is blank.