A/N: Well I really need some more reviews for this! Please, it will make me update faster. And if you review you'll get a reply via my home page.

Disclaimer: They say talking about it helps, I don't own Phantom of the Opera, Nope not feeling better.

Christine's POV

I stopped at the door, the silent night around me.

Wait, silent!

The voice! It was no longer there! It was not singing it's haunted tune, twisting my mind and controlling my thoughts. Had this been a week ago, yesterday even, I'd take relief in the peace that my mind now held. But not tonight, not after what had happened.

I learned that the silence was my greatest fear of all.

And I can't say that's a surprise. If the voice was not there, reminding me of what I left behind that night, I was afraid I'd forget. Forget about the house beyond the lake, of the voice that could manipulate thoughts and dreams, twist reality, and make anything seem right. I needed that voice, for without it, there was no reason to continue existing.

I slowly reached to open the door to the opera house, where every corner held a memory, every set piece, a story, and every mirror, a door.

I stepped inside to find yet more silence, after that night, it closed down, no one would have come anyway. They had all been scared away by the "ghost". I walked to my old dressing room without thinking, my feet knew the way. That or my heart was guiding them.

I found the mirror smashed, not a single attempted was made to clean it up. Carefully I stepped through and into the labyrinth within. Where if you got lost, you may never be found. I knew the way, I had been down many times. But that all seemed to have been years ago, now all I cared about was finding Erik.

When I reached the lake I found the boat there on the shore, as if it was placed there because someone knew I'd come.

Or was just hoping that a loved one would come back.

I got in and moved swiftly across the lake to find out what was real and what was the fantasy that the voice had convinced me to believe.

Erik's POV (Haven't written this in a while)

I thought I had heard footsteps, but I had heard a lot of things, I was not sure weather they were real, or my mind was imagining what it would be like if she came back. Then I heard the boat moving across the lake and I knew it was real.

Why has she come back?

Was her life not perfect?

The questions sat in the front of my mind.

Doesn't he love her?

If he does will he come back?

That last one didn't want an answer, nor did it need one. The victome was not of importance, Christine, however, was.

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