Over the next few weeks, Erik hardly talked to me unless we were doing a singing lesson. It was decided for me that I would take up singing lessons with him again. Even during those times, he only barely talked, telling me the peice we were to be working on and correcting me when I made any mistake. I knew I would have to work to stablize our relationship. I often tried to strike up a conversation, but he only said a few words and then would walk off, usually to the second floor, where all the artistic rooms were (Art meaning Music, drawing/painting, Theatre, dance, etc.) then into his art room, where he would carve wood, draw, or paint, usually pictures or carvings of plays that I was in. I would often stand in the doorframe and watch him create. It was often a beautiful site to watch, a block of wood become a sculpture, or a blank peice of paper become a masterpeice. Now I had a plan, little increments to heal our relationship. That night, after I had changed into my nightdress, a beautiful lavender plain dress which fell to my heels, I walked silently across the hall to his room, which was right across from mine. I opened the door quietly to see him sitting up in bed reading a book. He looked at me questioningly, but then just went back to his book. I floated across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed and caressed the left side of his face. He closed his eyes and put down the book. I leaned closer and put my other arm around his neck, still caressing his face. I leaned forward slowly and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back, and afer a few seconds, he pulled back for air. Then he closed his eyes again and kissed me again. It was so amazing that I did not notice that I had somehow gotten onto his bed and as he pulled away, My head laid down on one of the black pillows. I happily fell asleep in his arms, not noticing the whole time that he did not have his mask on.