hikishianara: i'm glad you liked it! here's the asap update!

A/N: Alright, since i shall be away for about two and a half weeks, i shall now post all but the last chapter...i have to save something for when i get back! so, please read, review, and enjoy!

PS: this is my favourite chapter!

Meg

It was much chillier than I anticipated up on the roof of the Opera, and I had forgotten a cloak. I looked around for something to shelter the wind, but could find nothing. I was about to run back to the dormitory to fetch my cloak, when I heard a peculiar flapping sound from behind one of the statues.

I peered around the large figure, and saw my black cloak hooked to it and moving in the breeze. I looked around me, but saw no one. Gingerly, I stepped over to the cloak and pulled it around my shivering shoulders. To nobody in particular, I said, "Thank you."

"Uh, you're welcome?" Christine came up behind me.

"Oh, not you. Someone brought my cloak up here, but I'm not sure who. I was just saying thank you in case they are near by." Christine gave me a puzzled look.

"Alright…" she shrugged her shoulders at me, and then went to the edge of the roof. I followed along, and we looked out over the rooftops of Paris.

Suddenly, she gave a little gasp and turned to run off. "Where are you going Christine?" I asked, chasing after her.

"I was supposed to meet your mother five minutes ago, and I forgot!" she dashed off into the building and down the many stairs. I sighed, and resumed my position leaning over the edge.

Out loud to myself, I said, "It's so beautiful." The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was full of beautiful oranges and purples.

Erik

Little Giry wasn't really the brightest of creatures when it came to her health and safety. She was lucky that I happened to pass by and see her shivering out in the cold. Despite her being a terrible gossip, I do have a soft spot in my heart for the girl.

Mine and Christian's afternoon was quiet. He showed me some of his work, and I showed him some of mine. We spent our time critiquing each other's work, and then revising it. This process worked quite well, and we both decided that it would be the best way to do things.

When several hours had passed, I showed him several passages that led to my lair. He thanked me, and then went off to his room to write some poetry. I feel sorry for the boy. He lost the woman he loved in a horrible way. It suddenly made me think of Christine. What if our fate was to be the same as Christian's and Satine's? I shook the thought out of my head, and sat down at my organ to compose some music.

Christian

I returned to my room after my strange afternoon with Erik. I sat down on an overstuffed chair before the fireplace, and pulled my typewriter onto the table in front of me. Being in the dark, damp cavern inspired me, and I began to write.

I hadn't been writing long when I dozed off and was soon fast asleep. Something strange happened to me in my dream and I am still not sure if it was real or not.

I was in my chair typing a poem, when a bright light suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Come what may, I will love you, until my dying day…" sang the light, in a voice that could only be that of my songbird, my love, Satine.

"Satine!" I cried out to the light. Suddenly, the light dimmed to reveal her standing before me I a beautiful silky white gown. Her red hair glowed in the light, and she looked truly radiant.

"Christian," she said in little more than a whisper.

"Yes?" I replied, not able to move.

"Please, continue on with your life."

"I can't!" I said, standing up. "I can't go on without you, it wouldn't be right. I will never love again."

"But Christian!" she said, taking my hands in her own. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. Don't tell me that you have given up on love! Remember, love is like oxygen, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!" she smiled at me, and I noticed a rosy hue had risen in her pale cheeks. She no longer looked sick.

"But Satine, will it not hurt you to see me love another?"

"No Christian. It would hurt me to see you live your life alone. Please, promise me that you will let go of the past and learn once more to love and be loved." She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my cheek, which was now stained with tears.

"I promise you," I whispered in her ear. "I love you Satine."

"I love you too Christian…" she said, her light growing brighter. Suddenly, she was no longer there and I was left once more in my chair in front of my typewriter.

I woke up and wrote my dream down. Perhaps it would be good enough to make into a proper story one day. I smiled, and remembered my dream. And then, I finally let go.