a/n: Aww man... only one more chapter after this :( Thank you to all who have reviewed, I really appreciate it! And don't worry, there is another story brewing in my mind as we speak! I know this is a faster update than normal, but i don't know when the next chapter will be up so i wanted to get this out asap.

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Lilhikki : Yes... i regret more angst indeed... but oh well. Yes mirrors need to be destroyed, especially that one! Yeah... next story Philippe doesn't take things as well... lol :)


RAOUL POV

It's been three days since I left and my life has never seemed so empty. But I can never go back, not after the way he threw me out. I can never go back.

It's about noon when there is a knock on the door.

I open it up, and I am quite shocked to find Madame Giry.

"Madame, what could I do for you?" my looks more confused then my voice.

"Monsieur, I have come to tell you something that we need to discuss," she rushes.

I step aside and she enters.

She sighs, "Erik has not left his home in a very long time. He has blocked all entrances but one, the one in Christine's room. What happened, Raoul? You two seemed so happy."

I look away in disgust, "We fought, in Christine's room."

"Raoul, he's waiting for you!" she points out.

"Why should I go back to him?" I turn around, tears in my eyes.

"Because he did not know any better!" she yells.

I look at her like this is a joke, "Oh, really?"

"Raoul, the day you left was a day that means something to Erik, and he's not used to being around people on that day," she lowers her head.

"What day is it?" I tilt my head in true curiosity.

"It is the day…" she pauses, "… that I saved him. I got him away from the gypsies on that exact day."

My face freezes, no emotion possible, and my heart starts to burn with guilt. I grab my chest, trying to supress the burning guilt, but it does no good. I feel sick.

I walk outside and just in time.

I turn to the side and vomit. Dropping to my hands and knees I allow my stomch to heave the vial up through my throat, emptying itself. It splatters right off the side steps of the stairs, and I'm glad that I didn't get any on the front steps. I can't stand the feeling.

When the heaves slow I finally allow a small groan.

Once I'm sure my stomach is empty I spit a few times and stand up. I'm glad that no one has followed me out, and from what I can tell no one on the street has seen me either.

Trying to rid the taste from my mouth I spit off the side of the steps once more as Madame Giry finally comes out.

I keep my back to her as I wipe my mouth off.

When I turn to her she lowers her head, "I am sorry, Monsieur, to be the one to have to tell you that."

"It's not your fault," I shake my head, "It's mine."

She takes my hand, "Please, come back to the Opera House. He needs you, Monsieur, he misses you. The morning you left I heard music being played, and then I heard nothing, nothing for two days. That's when the passages were blocked. Please, you must come back!"

I nod, "Just let me tell my brother."

I walk past her, back into the house. Walking up to Philippe's study I find him behind a book.

"Hello, Philippe," I startle him.

"Raoul? What is wrong, you're as pale as a ghost," he rushes over.

"I must return to the Opera House," I'm very blunt.

"No," so is he.

I shake my head, "You don't understand Philippe, I must return. There will be hell to pay if I do not."

"There already is!" he yells back at me.

"I'm sorry, my brother," I hug him and I find him hugging me back.

He leans back in my embrace, "Do you love this man?"

I look him in the eyes, "Yes."

"Then go, my dear brother, but do not get hurt again," he warns.

I smile, embracing him one last time and rushing back to leave.

Madame Giry has summoned her carriage once more and I let her enter first, and then we are off to the place that I had called my home, if only for a week.

I just hope he forgives me!

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