A/N: YES! Over one hundred reviews! I can't believe it. I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed my story so far. My new goal is two hundred, then three hundred, then four hundred, then five hundred, then six hundred, then seven hundred, then eight hundred, then nine hundred, then a thousand… Wow I think I'm getting ahead of my self, LOL. Anyways keep reviewing!

phantomofleopera: LOL. I take it you liked the longer chapter?

bejou: Its ok, I confuse myself all the time! LOL. I'm glad you understand. My favorite characters in Harry Potter are Sirius, Harry, Hermione, and Luna.

RachErikaSam01: Thank you! I'm glad you understand why Erik toke the kiss the way he did, and that he's not abusive. Thanks for recommending me to your friends, that's really touching. And don't worry he takes the next kiss a little better.

xavilyn: Thank you. -smiles- Maybe Meg has a boyfriend, I'm not saying yet though! And about the reviews, you guys take the time to ask, compliment, and criticize my story; the least I can do is answer you! I also like getting to know my reviews better! Thanks!

TheaterAngel: I'm glad you liked that chapter!

LitlingBanshee: Of course he loves her! He will never stop loving her, no matter how hard he tries. Christine is growing up and that's why she's starting to understand Erik a little. As for Madame Giry locking them in a room together, I highly doubt it. I think Madame Giry doesn't trust Christine, and feels protective of Erik, therefore, I think she wants to keep them away from each other. I wish it were easy as locking them up together, LOL.

Glitter Queen of The Ice show: DON'T WORRY! DON'T WORRY! DON'T WORRY! LOL.

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RachErikaSam01: Patience! It's coming! LOL.

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"Meg, I can't do this," Christine whispered outside Erik's door. Her heart was pounding, and she felt light headed.

"Yes you can Christine. Madeline, and I will be right here if you need us," Meg whispered back, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

They had spoken together at breakfast, and Meg had convinced her to talk to Erik. Christine however insisted she came.

"No, I really can't," Christine, said attempting to break free of Meg's grasp.

"Yes you can," Meg replied pulling her back. "Now Madeline give your Mama a hug, and tell her to be brave."

"Mama, I wud you," Madeline said reaching for her mother, and giving her hug, and sloppy kiss.

Christine gave her a weak smile. "Thank you darling." Trying to calm herself she took a deep breath.

"You can do," Meg whispered.

Taking another deep breath, Christine knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A stern voice asked.

Christine waited, and Meg smiled encouragingly. "Christine," she said, her voice a little hoarse.

There was a long pause. Christine was about to leave, when she heard the key in the lock turn.

"What is it that you want Madame de Chagny?" Erik stood in the doorway, blocking her entrance to his room. He spoke as if they were strangers.

Christine looked to her friend to help, who was hiding behind the door. "Ask him to come in," she mouthed.

"May I come in?" Christine asked, her mouth dry.

"As you wish Madame," Erik said, giving her a mock bow and allowing her entrance to his room.

Christine nodded, not finding her voice. Erik did not ask her to sit, so she stood, waiting for Erik to speak.

"May I inquire to why you are here Madame," Erik said coldly.

"Erik please don't do this." Christine begged.

"Do what Madame, may I ask?" Erik asked, his tone steely.

"Acting like you barley know me," Christine said closing her eyes for a moment. She opened her eyes, and continued. "I came here to talk with you, and if you don't want to talk, at least let me talk. I have a few things I'd like to say."

Erik looked at her coldly, but said nothing. Inside he was a nervous wreck. What did she want to tell him? "Of course Madame, be my guest," replied mockingly.

Christine took another deep breath to calm her nerves. "I want to apologize for my behavior last week. I don't know what came over me."

Erik's heart sank.

"However, I would like you to know…" she stuttered, and stopped, turning away from him.

"Yes," he said coldly.

Christine stuttered. "Erik I… Erik I love you. I …I think I always have." She turned to him, her face a mixture of hope and fear.

There was an awkward pause.

Then Erik laughed harshly. It was a cold bitter sound, so unlike his singing voice. Christine wanted to cover her ears, but she restrained herself.

He stopped laughing abruptly. "I'm sure that's why you left me that night. Why you married your Viscount!" He spat out.

"Erik you had him at the end of a noose! You told me to go. What was I supposed to do?" She said her voice filled with anger.

Erik choose to ignore this, glared at her silently.

Christine continued, trying to calm her nerves. "The mob was coming, I didn't know what I was feeling. I was scared, and confused. You told me to leave, and Raoul told me to leave, so I just obeyed. Do you know how many times I wanted to go back to you? To make sure you were alright, to see if you were even alive."

"If you wanted to come back so much, why didn't you!" Erik screamed.

"I couldn't! I was engaged, and Raoul rarely let me out of his sight!" Christine said angrily.

"You could have come if you wanted!" Erik roared.

"I was a child Erik! I didn't know what I was feeling, or what I wanted. And even if I did, I couldn't break Raoul's heart," Christine said quietly.

"Yet you had no problem breaking mine," Erik hissed.

"I didn't want to break yours, but what choice did I have. I loved you then, but not the way you wanted. You were my teacher, and friend. I didn't realize till last week you were more than that to me," Christine whispered. She started walking towards him; her eyes were filled with tears. "Erik, I can't change the past, but if I could I would. Will I ever be able to convince you that I love you?" She stopped right in front of him, there bodies almost touching.

Erik's whole body screamed he should run, but somehow he couldn't move. "No," he said, but it barley came out as a whisper.

"I love you Erik," she repeated.

It took all Erik's self control not to take her in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to believe her, God he wanted to believe her, but he couldn't. He wouldn't risk his heart again. He had once, and he almost died, he wasn't going to again. He refused to be ruined by the same woman twice.

"I love you Erik," Christine repeated again, as though saying it over and over would make him believe her. Her mind worked franticly. She had to prove to him that she loved him.

With one thought on her mind, she placed her hands on his cheeks, and drew his head down to hers. She kissed him; with all the love and passion she had, trying to make him believe. This time he responded immediately to the kiss, his lips desperately clinging to hers. She could feel his fear, and his unwillingness to trust her. She tasted salt, but wasn't sure who's tears were they.

Abruptly Erik broke off the kiss. "I can't do this," he whispered, breathless.

Christine now saw that the tears were her own. "I love you," she whispered.

"I won't do this," Erik said, his voice stronger. "I don't love you anymore," He said coldly.

Christine just gaped at him in silence.

"I think you should leave," Erik said, his voice like ice.

Christine silently left, collapsing in Meg's arms the moment she closed the door.

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A few minutes later, they were in Christine's room. Christine was sitting on her bed hugging Madeline, as though she was a lifeline. It was as though she needed to be felt loved. Meg was sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"He doesn't love me," Christine whispered. "I can't stay here anymore."

"Christine, what happened?" Meg asked gently.

"I don't want to talk about it," Christine said, stroking Madeline's curls. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Madeline looked at her mother. "Mama sad," she said sadly.

"Yes darling. Mama's very sad," Christine said, attempting to smile. "Meg," she said turning to her friend. "I'm going to leave with you tomorrow."

"Christine, you can't just leave. You have to talk to him again."

"He'll never believe me. I can't make up for the past," Christine said determinedly. Now that she knew what she was going to do, she felt better. "Can you find your mother, and tell her. I want to begin packing."

"Alright, " Meg sighed, defeated.

"Thank you," Christine said quietly.

Meg left closing the door behind her.

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A/N: Oh. One more thing. I am changing the title name once again. For the next up date my story will be called Before Your Eyes.

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