A/N: Sorry you had to go a whole day without an update, but I needed inspiration. Here it is. One more thing: WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET A REVIEW AROUND HERE! R&R OR DIE!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN PotO! Sobs so hard can barely write (but does anyway)

Erik & Christine (You knew it was coming)

I heard footsteps coming down to the lair,

As long as it's not Carlotta again I think I'll be okay.

There I saw standing before me Christine,

This is just another dream. She wouldn't come back.

She couldn't come back.

I stood in silence fearing that if I made any noise she

would disappear.

Angel of Music! Hide no longer!

Come to me, strange angel...

I am no angel, I never was, and I never will be.

"Why have you returned?" The words came out of my mouth as if I was shooting

venom at her.

"I love you Erik. I cannot live without you. Why do you torment me like this?" I saw

the pleading innocence in her eyes and had to forgive her.

How could she leave the Victome?

What could he have done to make her some back to me?

None of that mattered right now.

She was here, we were together, and no one could change that. I never in my

wildest dreams did I think she would return, but she did.

Why... She can't really love you!

I knew she couldn't really love me, but as I stood and saw her there I felt almost as

if she did.

xxxxxchristineloveserikbuthedoesn'tknowxxxxx

I looked at Erik and felt completely helpless. Part of me wanted to leave, but it

wasn't heard over the voice of the rest of me saying Go go go. He spoke to me I

didn't hear what but it felt like daggers through my heart.

See he doesn't love you, just leave.

I wasn't leaving until either one of us died, or well one of us died. I was past the

point of no return. I wondered about Raoul, but didn't quite care what he was

doing. Little did I know I would find out, one way or another I would. I started crying

I just couldn't help it. He acted like I wasn't even real! Like I didn't love him.

Maybe he just doesn't love you.

I hated those thoughts that rushed through my head faster than the tears falling

from my eyes.

xxxxxi'msorrybutthiswillallplayoutintheendxxxxx

A/N: That hurt to write, a lot. I am sorry. Short, I know. Sad, I know. It will get better, I know. REVIEW OR DIE!