Erik was now sitting on his bed in his 'house by the lake' extremely pissed off at himself. His hair was falling into his face and was completely messed up because of the numerous times he ran his hands through it. His shirt was put on haphazardly and unbuttoned half way down, his cape was thrown down on the floor.

When he had visited Christine and had meant to un-emotionally, for him any ways, make love to her and then leave her. He wanted her to feel as broken as he had felt when she had left him after he poured out his soul in his Opera for her. Now however he felt like he had lost her again. When he had woken up the morning after their lovemaking he debated whether he should give the note to her or not. However he remember how she had betrayed him and not wanted him the night of his opera Don Juan Triumph. For all he knew she had just been playing with him that night before as well. Somehow he didn't think that was the case. In spite of this he still left the letter on her night stand and crawled out the window, and down the oak tree branches that were conveniently close to the window, leaving the way that he had come, without notice.

He picked up a figurine near his bed and threw it at the wall, shattering it, so it would be the same as his feelings. He loved Christine but she betrayed him. He meant to get revenge and instead had torn his own heart up for the second time over the same girl. He still loved her but was too proud to go back. He wondered if she had ever loved him, and if she did now. She certainly seemed to want him last night. He was mad at himself for falling for her again, and for wanting to hurt her. He stomped around his home, but had nothing to do but stomp and pout. He was like a caged in animal, and his feelings would not set him free.

He finally sat down at the piano and composed a piano piece, so violent, sad, and tortured it brought tears to his own eyes. He didn't right it down or think it out. He just sat and played, for a long time. Finally he exhausted himself to the point where he let his arms and head fall and fell asleep with his head and arms on the piano eyes, and their discords still echoing in the cavern.

Meanwhile Christine went down to fetch a carriage and proceeded to tell the driver to take her to the Viscounts house, which was conveniently down the street from the house he had rented to let Christine live in. She knew she was acting like a scared rabbit running from her problems, hoping for others, mainly Raoul, to solve them, however she knew no other way to 'just go on with her life and pretend this never happened.' And getting married seemed like a good way to forget about Erik. She was too numb to think much more, and proceeded to lean her head back against the seat and shut her eyes, wishing she could shut out the world.

The jolt of the carriage stopping made Christine jerk awake. Her eyes flew open and it was a minute before she remembered what she was here to do. She got the same feeling in her stomach that she did at the restaurant when Raoul had last proposed.

Christine knocked on the door and it was Raoul himself who came flying down the stairs to open the door, while he was still in his bathrobe.

"Christine" he exclaimed "Whatever brings you hear at nine in the morning! And in such disarray as well." Raoul proceeded as he straightened her cape and smoothed her dress, smiling at her. "Now come on in and sit down." He said while leading her to his sitting room.

Christine was slightly embarrassed that she hadn't noticed these things when she left, but her mind was so pre-occupied that she didn't even give herself a second look.

"Raoul" Christine started when they had sat down. "I have thought about your proposal and have had my time alone. I have made up my mind."

Raoul's face lit up with eager anticipation. He leaned forward on the chair across from the couch she was sitting on.

He looked so happy Christine felt a twinge of disloyalty knowing she would have taken Erik given the chance. And that the marriage was, for her, a tiny bit of a ploy to make her forget about Erik. However she mentally took a deep breath and continued.

"I have decided that I would be honored to be your wife." Christine finished.

Raoul jumped up and hugged her. He whispered in her ear "Thank you Christine. You have made me the happiest man alive."

Christine felt happy. She was going to be a bride. And under any circumstances that was a good thing. Enough to make anyone happy. She just hoped the twinge of sadness that was haunting her would go away.

A/N…ok I have 8 reviews and I thank the people who gave them to me profusely, however I have had 411 hits and am on 9 favorites list….and some of my 8 reviews are the same people. PLEASE review, cuz it's the reason that I update. I have had this chapter done for a little while but didn't want to update until I got more reviews. If you are just hitting this fanfic, and hate it, review and tell me so and why. If you like it, I don't mind being told so! If its one of your "Favorites" why aren't you reviewing? I'm kind of confused by this! I will be motivated to update sooner if you review! So do so! And thanks again for the people who reviewed. And I hope I did some better things in response to the criticism you gave me.