Christine started to cry slightly, she felt so bad to have broken Raoul's heart. But it had to be done, she couldn't wait until after they where married until she told him that, it would have been worse. She stormed her way into the dressing room, forgetting that Erik was there.
Erik, who was examining the mirror in the corner, looked up at the arrival of Christine. He didn't need to ask what happened. He had sensed the lack of passion for Raoul in her on the carriage ride home. He came up to her, and put his arm around her, comforting her. No words where spoken, no words where needed, they knew each other that well.
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Raoul was still standing on the dark, empty stage. It was ironic, that this had happened on the stage, because their whole relationship had seemed like a dream, like a play, it was too good to be true. And here he was, at the end of the play, standing on the stage.
Gulping back his tears, he walked off of the stage, and back into the carriage, riding off into the sunset.
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"Come with me." Erik said lightly, to the distressed Christine, while they where standing in her dressing room.
As he led her through the mirror, he began to sing, "Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime." He then slowly closed the mirror behind them, both of their voices echoing in the vast, damp lair under the opera house.
