Yes! Really! An Update! Hooray! Okay, okay so here you go, can't let the people be waiting any longer! But just a note: I finally finished reading Phantom by Susan Kay! Yay me! So I might add just a tad of stuff from there. But if I do it won't be very much.

It had been one week since Christine's miscarriage. They were starting to move on, but it was still very hard, mostly for Christine. Every time she saw a pregnant woman or a newborn baby she would burst into tears. Things were not too well for her. At the moment she was sitting in her room on her bed sobbing. Christine had just been in a rather unpleasant conversation with a woman at a café. Everything was going well until the woman's husband came back with their new baby. This proved too much for Christine to handle and she broke down. Erik had told her to try and rest, but this was impossible for her at the moment.

"Papa? Why is Mama so upset?" Valerie asked, blissfully unaware to the incident that had happened.

Erik looked down at her and offered a weak smile. "A lady was upsetting your Mother in the café." Erik said.

"Was she being mean?"

"Erm…. yes." No! Why lie to the child? Erik fought with his mind. He had just told Valerie that it was a mistake, and there was never really a baby in the first place. Telling her the truth would just provoke questions, questions that Erik was in no mood to answer. So Valerie just remained blissfully unaware. "She'll be fine soon. Don't worry Valerie." Erik smiled and playfully messed up her hair. "I'm going to go check on her."

Erik walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. "Christine?"

"Go away!" Replied a choked voice.

"Christine…. It's me. I've come to check on you."

"Why? So you can make me more upset?"

"Why would you ever think I would want to make you upset? What has gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry Erik… I'm just so confused about everything. You can come in…"

Erik slowly pushed open the door. He saw Christine and gasped slightly. She looked horrible. Her hair looked as though it hadn't been brushed for days, and her face and eyes were red and tear-stained. Her make-up was running down her cheeks from the crying.

"Oh Christine… My poor dear."

"I'm a wreck. Oh Erik…. why me? Why was I the one chosen to have this terrible fate put upon?"

"Christine, these things happen." Erik said sadly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I know… but it's not fair. We could have had a beautiful child, with my hair and your eyes… she would have been so lovely."

"Well we have Valerie."

"I know, and that is the only thing that keeps me alive now…"

"Christine!" Erik snapped. "Never again do I want to hear you speak like that!"

"Why? You've said it enough. 'Christine, if it wasn't for you I'd be dead!'"

"Yes, and that is because is it very true. You are just saying that, you don't mean it. But with me, you know how close I was to putting myself out of my misery… you know that. You saw the coffin, the black candles, the death…"

"Yes, I saw them. And I know why you had them. And I want to forget that part. All I see now is the man I love, my husband."

Erik just smiled, not really knowing how to reply. "Are you feeling better?"

"A little…"

"Let me clean you up." Erik offered.

Christine nodded and Erik walked out of the room and came back with a brush and a damp washcloth. He sat down next to her and began to wipe off the dripping make-up that had stained her pale cheeks.

"There. You look much better. Do you want to brush your hair?"

"No…. I want you to do it."

Erik smiled and nodded. "All right." Erik began to brush Christine's curls, humming Music of the Night as he did. Christine smiled softly. Erik stopped humming.

"So that was all you needed. A little music." He said.

"Well you said it yourself. Close your eyes and let music set you free! Music can set you free…."

"Yes, and music is the reason that I am with you here now. Have you ever thought of that Christine? Of it wasn't for your want of the Angel of Music, I never would have found any purpose of talking to you. Music brought us together."

Christine smiled. "Mmm-hmmm." She muttered softly.

"Don't worry my love. Time heals all wounds."

"I hope so. I cannot go on living like this. Every time I see a baby I break down. That isn't right."

"You are still in mourning. That is a completely normal human emotion."

"You know what? No matter how bad things are, you always seem to make them better."

"That is why I am married to you."

Christine just smiled. "Thank you for brushing my hair."

"It's my pleasure. Besides it always smells so good, how can I refuse?"

"What does it smell like?"

"Mint."

Christine laughed. "I swear Erik! You are the most hopeless romantic in the history of the world!"

"Maybe so, but at least I got you to laugh." Erik whispered to her. "Now rest Christine. You need it."

"All right." Christine yawned and lied back on the pillow.

Erik shut the door slowly, taking one last look at Christine before he shut the door.

Okay, I think that this story will only have a few more chapters. Dodges rocks thrown by fans The reason for my long period of no updates was because I wasn't sure where to go with the story. I have a few ideas. So I hope that others will like it and my story will not go "flop". And a thank you to my loyal reviewers.