A/N: I am so happy I killed the fop…I just somehow couldn't let Erik do it. He so desperately wanted to but I found this way better. Yay, my exams are over so I have time to actually write… I am so happy, I got two books on the Phantom, one is The Phantom of Manhattan, which if you didn't know is a continuation of the Leroux novel, and also the Complete Phantom of the Opera which gives details about the story and the Broadway show. I like them. Unfortunately I didn't find, SK's Phantom, which is what I haven't read yet, and I would really like to.

Disclaimer: Wish I did, or at least Erik could be real and be here with me.

Chapter XIII- Unspoken Thoughts

They stepped on to the dock almost in unison. Erik however, did not realize this and turned to offer her his assistance. As shocked as he was to discover the boat empty, he turned around only to see her making her way to the underground house. He followed her cautiously. Erik was surprised by Christine's sudden confidence.

Christine absentmindedly stepped out of the boat it had come naturally. Her mind was still tangled up with the reality of Raoul's death. It hadn't really sunk in, and she was unsure what sort of grief she was supposed to feel. He had been more of a brother to her rather than a lover. He had been a sweet childhood companion, and a friend, but nothing more. Erik was the one that she truly wanted to be with.

Christine heard Erik's muffled strides behind her. Unsure of how to begin a conversation, she decided against it. There was just too many things she wanted to say and uncertain how they would come out. Her room seemed like a great place to avoid the awkwardness of this situation and to think over what she wanted to say, so Christine made it as her destination.

Erik watched as Christine wordlessly strolled into her room and closed the door. Confusion ran through his mind. Could this be happening because of the death of that boy? Is she angry with me? Does she wish to leave? Does she no longer wish to be in my presence more than she has to? Is she repulsed by me? Was it all just a lie? He thought as he walked through his lair to the music room. How could I let myself believe that such an angel could love such a monster like me? I don't deserve her love or anyone else's. I have been rejected many times, why should she be any different? I am a monster and that is all I'll ever be.

He went over and examined the broken instrument. His greatest treasure. So many years he spent learning the perfect way to assemble it for the right sound and now destroyed. He was too upset at the fact that Christine didn't even want to be in the same room as him, to see that the organ was not beyond repair. To him, it was broken very much like his heart.

Christine sat in her room pondering. Uncertain of what she should do, all she knew was that she had to talk to him. This time he was actually within reach of her. For all those times, when she was down there, she had planned out all that she was going to say to Erik when they reunited, but all confidence to reveal them left her.

Distant sobs jerked Christine of her thoughts. Why would Erik be crying? She opened the door slightly and silently walked along to the music room, which was her first guess where he would be. She found Erik sitting on the organ bench with his back towards her, and with his head in his hands. His body shook as he let out another sob.

Christine held back her own tears as she quietly approached him out of the shadows. He must have heard her, for he turned as he wiped away his tears. He noticed the tears that were forming in her eyes. "What is it Christine? Did you want something?" He said in a low ashamed voice. He was unaccustomed to showing weakness in front of others.

She quickly closed the gap between them and sat down next to him. Unexpectedly she wrapped her arms around him and drew him near. She guided his head to lean on her shoulder. He started crying again at her gesture. Instinctively, Christine began stroking his hair and his back. She joined him crying.

'What kind of life has this man had?' She thought as she remembered how he told her that night that his own mother gave him his very first mask to cover up his deformed face. She held him tighter as if to protect him.

Erik was astounded by her actions, such simple nurturing actions. Oh, but they meant so much more. He had read so many times before of the love a mother gives to her child yet only now came close to actually feeling it. He sobbed into her dress and inhaling her sweet lavender scent. He couldn't understand how she could bear to be close to him. He was a devil's child and she was an Angel of Music. Her strokes were soothing him and slowly gave him peace.

While pressing her cheek against his hair, Christine closed her eyes. For a moment the entire world seemed to be at peace as they were together. Their crying had ceased and were both in their own realms of thoughts and emotions.

Then abruptly Erik stood and collected himself. She watched as he walked out of the room without a backward glance. She stood as well and went to her own chamber. Her feelings were all in knots.

A/N: What do you think? I know Erik is a little OoC but it's the way I imagine him and no matter how hard I try I can't make him any darker without it spinning off to a tragedy instead of an Erik and Christine love story. Anyways please read and review I'd like to know what you think about it.