What Goes On In The Heart?

It has been about seven days since I became ill. Erik was by my side day and night waiting over my every need. He didn't talk much, but his eyes shown with an emotion that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Madame Giry would check on me occasionally, but mostly left the doctoring up to Erik. I still felt a little weak, but the pneumonia was completely gone. I was glad to be back up walking around and waiting on myself again. Even though I enjoyed having Erik so near to me all of the time, I couldn't help but feel guilty for taking up so much of his time. He didn't seem to mind, though. He would sing to me as I'd fall asleep and hold my hand when I had a coughing spell.

I haven't really seen much of him now, though. After I recovered completely, Madame Giry took his place. He had given my hand a firm squeeze and disappeared through the mirror. I had hoped that he had forgotten about the letter he'd sent to me not too long ago, but I suppose he had only pushed it out of his mind for a small amount of time.

Miss Sherry hadn't seemed to bother me much lately, either. Sure she would give me these cold glares every now and then, but other than that I wouldn't even know she was there! I didn't see much of Meg, either, on account of her wedding plans. Madame Giry and her were buzzing around the Opera House in pre-wedding jitters. So I stayed mostly to myself. I would go to rehearsals, but then go straight to my room to read. I think I secretly hoped that Erik would step through the mirror and at least talk to me. I guess it is just a foolish dream.

I was just about to give up hope, when one morning I woke up to find a rose with a black ribbon tied around the stem. I had saved all of the roses that Erik had given me so far, but they were all in a vase by my bed. This one must have been new. That means Erik had come into my room during the night! I wonder what this means? Should I go see him? That's what got me into this predicament in the first place, though. I went down there and saw him without his mask, and he became enraged at me! I gave a heavy sigh and placed the rose into the vase with all of the others. The ones that had started to drop their petals onto the table's surface. That is how I feel lately. I used to be so full of life, but now I'm starting to slowly fall apart. I could feel a single tear fall down my face as I sat down on my bed, staring at the roses. Why must I play this game with my heart?

(Erik's POV)

I walked over to my organ and placed my hands onto the keys. I couldn't bring myself to play anything, though. It was as if my soul were empty. Ever since I had left Rachel I just couldn't function normally. I haven't slept or ate much at all in the last couple of days. I did send her a rose, just to show her that I haven't forgotten, though. That made me chuckle. How could I ever forget about you? It seemed to me as a humorous thought. If you are telling the truth, then I guess I did forget our childhood. Oh, I wish I could just trust you! My heart tells me to, but my mind is reluctant. I've been hurt so much in my life, and I can't open up to anyone. I guess I think you'll always be here, but why wait for me when I treat you lower than dirt? I'm just a damn fool! I banged my hands on the keys which resulted in a terrible sound. I rested my head on the cold wood and closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. Why must I play this game with my heart?

(Author's Note: I'm am soooooo sorry that it took me so long to update! I think I went through writer's block. I apologies a million times, though! I hope you guys like this chapter. It's just about what's going on in their minds and hearts. I'll try and update as soon as possible, I promise! Love you guys lots!)