I think I know enough of hate
Only his heart was left. He thought of her…Christine. Erik knew it was safe to think her name again. She did love him, in some way. Erik placed the knife on the table and thought. Christine had visited him and lived in his house. She had sang for him and given him her soul in song. She was kind and loving. Erik knew that there was a perfect life ahead for him and Christine. As he started to smile, he remembered a word that he never wanted to hear again. It was the worst word he could think of: Raoul.