Christine pushed through the water in the boat. Erik was her life, how could she leave him like this. She shouldn't do this. Should she? Millions of thought went through her mind at once. Erik had been with her from the very beginning from when she was young till now. How could she let him alone to die like that? What made him yell the way he did? She tried to turn the boat around, moving her body with it but it wouldn't budge. She jumped into the water, trudging back to erik's lair. She wasn't going to leave him, not like this. The water was freezing, sending what felt like knives stabbing her through her legs as she walked. Tears filling her eyes as she imagined what would have happened if she actually would have left him. She reached the steps and ran back to his room.
"Erik!" she yelled as she ran and hugged him. She couldn't bring herself to look him straight in the eye.
Erik looked over surprised as he had expected her to leave for good. He returned her embrace.
"Christine…i…I thought I told you to leave." He was determined to stay expressionless, but on the inside he was happy she had returned for him.
"I couldn't leave you, not like this. Erik, I love you. I wont lose you, I don't love Raoul!" she let go of him and sat beside him. "what is bothering you erik, that you wish me to leave you. Please…be honest with me." she said, as she wiped away a few stray tears on Erik's face. "Christine, i…I cannot tell you. I don't wish to burden you with such childish feelings that are inside me." he replied putting his hand over the deformed side of his face.
He wanted to tell her so desperately, everything he was feeling. But he was afraid she would hate him, think of him as everyone else did, a monster. Christine began to cry again this time holding his hands tight. She began to speak, "if you don't wish to tell me, then so be it. I must tend to your wound now anyway." She got up expressionless. She motioned for him to sit up in the bed, he did as he was told. She unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his wound. It was slightly pink, but healing rather nicely. She was relieved it was getting better and not worse. "your doing rather well" she beamed a big smile looking him in the eyes. She hugged him, the put his shirt back on. "oh Christine, I treat you terribly why do you wish to stay with me?" erik then said.
He loved her more then anything in the world. But he had spent his whole life alone, and unloved. He was only used to treating people cruelly and he expected the same in return. Erik was willing to die for her, fight for her, he loved her. But he wasn't used to someone wanting to take care of him, and show him love in return. Christine was startled by his remark, she glanced at him giving him a soft and caring look, "Erik, I love you. You do not treat me terribly, you treat me kindly, with respect. I know why you act the way you do, and that will soon fade away as you get used to having a companion." She walked back over to him placing her hand on his cheek. "I promise you Erik, that no matter what happens in this relationship, I will always love you. I chose you…you remember that? I did not choose you because I didn't want Raoul to die, I chose you because I love you and I felt something for you. Something I don't feel when im with Raoul." She wiped a tear away that was forming down his cheek. He had never heard anyone speak to him like that in his life. Such caring words, such a soft touch. Never had he felt love this way or any other way at that. "Christine…i…I love you." He pulled her in for a hug. Only then leading him to cry out in pain. "what is it?" Christine grabbed his hands and looked at him concerned. The phantom breathing heavily, held his side with a grip so tight she could barley comprehend. Finally he spoke, "my…my side" he let out another cry.
Christine gasped and got up quickly sitting him up as she did. She unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his side. It had began to bleed again. "its…" she couldn't finish the sentence, she layed him down once more and ran to get a towel. She placed it on his wound telling him to hold onto it tight against it. "Erik, I must go get help from Madame Giry! Will you be alright by yourself for the time being?" she was out of breath and nervous waiting for his reply. "yes I shall be fine, please don't worry I'm sure it's nothing." His voice was tired and she could hear the pain in his words. She placed her hand on his cheek and kissed his forehead. "I'll be back, I love you…" she then ran through on of his mirrors trying to find her only source of help. Erik then whispered, "I love you too, my angel of music…." His eyes began to close. The pain numbing his whole body. His vision fuzzy and blurred. He tried to stay conscious but the pain was all to much. He then closed his eyes not able to open them again.