"You may kiss the Bride" the minister said in a rather terrified voice. God was not something Erik could believe in. He didn't need the ordainment of a minister, to tell him how much he loved Charlotte. Maybe Erik could accept god now, not that he had his "happy ending."
That past few months had been the happiest of his life, maybe the only happiness in his life. Charlotte loved him. He kissed her, and was reassured of this. She loves me, 'do I deserve love?' 'I've ruined marriages, and tried to separate a couple who deserved each other, now I have a wife?' he thought 'is this right?'
He pulled away finally. She looked at him in confusion "What's wrong?" she asked. He looked at her and smiled. No, he did deserve this, he had lived in hell his entire life. No one had ever loved him, not his mother, not Christine, no one. But now Charlotte made up for all of that, She loved him, he loved her.
They went back to their "home" they had no reception, which seemed to not bother either of them. They had each other, that was all that mattered. They had love.
Erik helped her take the dress off. And there was no need to help her put any other clothes. This was their "Honeymoon" in some sense.
Later that night she when up to her dressing room to pack her things. And was greeted by Chris. She slid the mirror back shut and ran. Yet tripped on her dress causing Chris to be able to catch up with her. She cursed herself out in her mind.
"Charlotte" he said bending down to her level "I want to apologize, I guess" he said starring at the newly placed ring, on her ring finger. She looked at him, not know what to do or say, she just sat there, starring at him. She was awestruck.
"I mean it" he said "I acted like a complete idiot over the past weeks. It was wrong of me." She gave a small smile. Her way of thanking him for accepting it. He helped her up. She walked back to her dressing room, he walked slightly behind her.
She quickly picked up all of her things, and threw them in her luggage. She turned to the mirror, to leave, when Chris stopped her "Do you forgive me for what I did" he asked her. She looked at him and pondered for a moment.
She sighed. "No" she said simply picking up her things and leaving the room. Chris had a sudden urge to weep. 'I don't deserve it' he thought to himself. He sat down on her small bed. He had sat on something, he picked it up. "A mask?" he said aloud.
He looked at the porcelain mask. It was too small to be this "phantom's" and the facial features were too delicate to be a man's. He looked and the mirror, and just shook his head.
Charlotte stepped into her home, not knowing what she left behind.
BAH it's short but weddings suck, and this is too show you all that I am still writing… sorry for the disturbing note (to those of you who read it) but I needed to get it off my chest… I updated some stuff in the first two chapters, nothing big, no need to go back and re-read, nothing changed, just grammatical stuff for the most part.
And some of the Comments you guys wrote were REALLY encouraging, thanks, it means a lot.