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Chapter 4
She went into her room and closed the door. She examined the room. It looked inviting with its cozy-looking bed with the plush pillows and the red satin blanket. She even had her own vanity table but what caught her eye was the large, tall mirror a few feet away from the bed.
She stared at it, strangely drawn to it. The mirror stretched from the floor all the way to the ceiling. She examined herself in the mirror. She looked different. She looked more pale and skinnier. She sighed.
Looking back again to the bed, she realized how exhausted she really was. Behind the mirror, a cloaked figure was watching her every move. She looksso muchlike Christine, he thought sadly.
He cursed himself for even thinking of her. His thoughts and eyes went back to the girl sitting at the bed, writing in some kind of notebook.
He stared at her, outlining and memorizing everything about her. The way her chestnut curls fell gently on her pale, bare shoulders mesmerized him. How rosy her full lips were and how delicate her features were!
His expresion softened at the pure sight of her. How innocent she looks! He heard her mumble quietly to herself but he heard every word. She misses her father! He had a unfortunate death, he assumed. Then, she began to sing softly.
Angel of Music
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory!
Angel of Music
Hide no longer
Come to me, strange angel!
Ally burst into tears and flung herself onto the bed. Erik watched her, his eyes wide. He recognized this song. Christine had once sang this song to him. He instantly fell into despair but one look at the girl, he felt her pain and sympathized her.
Her voice was angelic, he thought, with just a little more help she could become a star... No, he said to himself sternly, you will not make the same mistake again but as he looked at her, he realized that she needed him.
She needed a friend, a companion to guide her. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he needed her too.
Ever since his beloved Christine had left him for that wretched boy on that night two long years ago, he had been lonely in his own world filled with woe and darkness. Erik shook his head. He had decided.
He began to sing a old lullaby softly. His soothing voice entered the room and saw that the girl had heard it too. He smiled. There was no turning back now...
