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Okay people, extraordinarily bored so decided to do another update-sure beats practising scales and arpeggios. So here it is….

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It had been a sleepless night. Erik walked around the lair in a daze-nothing made sense. His last scrap of sanity had disappeared now-the light at the end of the tunnel was no more.

He did the only thing that made sense to him now, after all that had happened-he sat at the organ and played a soft melody. He was sure that he had heard it before. He started singing the words which formed on his lips-words that he had heard before, yet he could not remember for the life of him where he had heard them:

Wishing you were somehow here again,

Wishing you were somehow near….

The song was so haunting…. slowly, the fog in his mind cleared, and he could see it…. the graveyard…. the mausoleum…. Christine….

Christine

He stopped playing abruptly and stood up, stood up far too quickly so the room span and whirled before his very eyes. He looked around frantically, his green eyes flicking back and forth. Everything reminded him of Christine…. the mannequin…. the organ…. The swan bed…. he looked down at his clenched fist, and opened it. The ring remained there in his palm.

He threw it across the lair in frustration, where it hit the opposite wall. He heard a faint 'clink' as it hit the ground. The room continued to swim and sway before his eyes. Still, he could find nothing that reminded him of his life before his angel came along-but was he sure he wanted to?

Erik collapsed on the floor and let a yell of all his pent-up anger, frustration and hate escape his mouth; then he began to sob. She had done this-she had banished him to the dark depths of despair again.

Deep down he knew that he had let her go; urged her to go, even. Yet he tried to bury that feeling, and continued to allow himself to believe that if she really loved him she would have stayed, despite what he said. What she had said was true-it was his soul that was twisted, and he knew it. He continued to weep for his loss.

His world was empty.