A/N: Yes! Over 300 reviews! Thanks everyone! I'm glad most of you weren't too disappointed with the last chapter; I really wish I could respond to each of you individually. –grr- Stupid new rule! I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get up, I just got a Beta Reader and she took awhile to give me the chapter back. (Not that I'm complaining!) I'm not sure what I think of this chapter, so tell me what you guys think! And don't forget to review! Again sorry for the delay!

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Madame Giry sat on a couch, across from her sat Christine and Erik. The room was silent, except for the tinkling of china as Christine poured tea. Even Madeline was silent on Erik's lap.

Christine handed Madame Giry a cup of tea, her hand shaking slightly.

Madame Giry quietly sipped her tea, as Christine poured a cup for each her and Erik.

When she looked up, both Erik and Christine were staring at her, their cups on the table untouched. She sighed, and placed her own cup on the table. "You were right," she said softly to Erik. "The police think you kidnapped Christine again. They are searching the city for both of you. They came to my house first looking for Christine and demanded to know where Christine was. I told them that she was visiting a friend, but they, however, did not believe me."

Christine felt light headed. It was all her fault; she should have stayed with Madame Giry. She clasped Erik's hand tightly, intertwining her fingers with his, needing to know that he was here with her now and not going anywhere yet.

Madame Giry continued. "Nadir is getting a carriage. Tomorrow he will take you to the boarder, and from there you can take a train to wherever you want."

"Rome," Erik replied immediately.

Christine looked at him curiously. She had not heard much about Erik's past, but his face gave away nothing and he avoided her eyes.

Madame Giry however did not look a bit surprised. "I will leave you two to discuss things then." She left the room smiling slightly.

Erik and Christine sat in silence once more.

Suddenly Christine spoke to her squirming daughter. "Why don't you go see where Madame Giry went?"

Madeline bobbed her head eagerly making her curls bounce. Erik placed her on the floor and she shot out of the room.

"Erik, what are we going to do?" Christine asked repeating the question she had asked the night before.

"I will have to leave," Erik said softly.

"Then I will have to come with you," Christine replied.

"Christine, I can't let you do that. You have a career here and they are looking for you as well as me. You have to go back. You have to think of your daughter," Erik spoke firmly.

Christine spoke quietly. "Erik, I love you, and I'm coming with you. Nothing you say will make me change my mind."

Erik opened his mouth to argue more, but Christine silenced him with a kiss, the same tactic he had used on her last night.

"Now," Christine said breaking the kiss. "I am going to check on Madeline, and then I will send a letter to the managers saying I am quitting the Opera. I will see you later." She stood up and left the room, before he could utter another word.

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Christine knocked on the door to Erik's room. For the second night in a row she could not sleep. And for the second time she sought Erik out. She had just put Madeline to bed and Madame Giry had retired to her room over an hour ago.

"Come in," Erik called.

She opened the door, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Erik was sitting at his desk writing.

"Couldn't sleep again Christine?" He turned to her chuckling slightly.

She smiled. She had not seen Erik much that day after their conversation in the main room. She had spent must of her day with Madame Giry, and Erik had been in his room most of the day.

"What are you writing?" She asked curiously.

"Instructions for Nadir," Erik stated.

Christine highly doubted that Nadir would need instructions, but kept quiet. She played with the sash on her robe, contemplating the question she longed to ask. "May I sleep here tonight?" She asked tentatively.

Erik looked at her in surprise. After what had almost happened last night he wasn't sure it was such a good idea, however he could deny her nothing.

"Of course," he replied. He watched her as she slowly walked towards his large master bed. Keeping her robe on she slide between the sheets, but for some reason she felt incredibly shy. It wasn't as though Erik and she had never shared a bed together. They had shared a bed together that one night, until he brought a bed of his own down to the house by the lake. For some reason this felt different. Maybe it was because it was his bed not hers. However Erik made no move to join her, but had turned back to his desk. Christine's eyes bore into his back. After about five minutes, he sighed and dropped his pen. He stood up and went and sat down on the opposite side of the bed. After pulling off his shoes, he sat down next to her on top of the sheets, his back propped up against the headboard.

Christine immediately relaxed and shifted closer to Erik. She laid her head on his chest and he absently played with her curls.

"Are you sure you want to come tomorrow, Christine?" Erik asked one final time.

Christine lifted her head to look at him. "Yes," She replied smiling. "And don't ever doubt it." She kissed him lightly, and then settled back with her head on his chest, her hand across his stomach.

"Then I have something to ask you," Erik said quietly.

Christine sat up curiously.

Erik took a deep breath. It was time. "Christine, will you marry me?"

Christine was speechless. Her eyes filled with tears of joy. After all they had been through he had finally worked up the courage to purpose to her again.

Erik watched her, afraid to breath.

"Yes," she said tearfully, "Yes!"

Before he could say anything, she kissed him fiercely. When the kiss became too frantic they broke apart.

"When?" She asked breathlessly.

Erik chuckled softly. "As soon as you wish." He pulled a little box out of his pocket and opened it revealing the ring inside. It had two intertwining gold bands.

Christine gasped at its simple beauty. He gently slipped the ring onto her finger and Christine kissed him again, before returning her head to his chest. She lifted her hand and admired the ring on it.

"I take it you like it then?" Erik whispered into her ear.

"Yes," Christine whispered. She laid her hand gently across his chest again, and closing her eyes, wishing it was the next day.

"Erik, sing for me," she murmured.

Without a word Erik started to sing.

"No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears.
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen.
In my dark, my heart heard music.
I longed to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could feel the music
Then at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry I hear you;
I hear your fears,
Your torment and your tears.
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears..."

Christine struggled to stay awake as he sang, wanting to hear the whole song, but was powerless to resist the effects of his voice. She was asleep before he was even halfway finished.

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A/N: Well Erik finally proposed! OMG! I can't believe there's only a chapter left! It's so sad! –teartear- I'll try to get the next chapter up quicker, but I'll most likely procrastinate wanting to make my story last longer. Ah well, review!