A/N OK, now it is tie to write a new chapter to this story, which most of you say is your "favorite one." You know what's funny? This is what I thought of my stories when I posted:

Through The Night: Some people would not be opened to the whole issue, but most would be supportive of my first try at fanfiction

The Untouchable, The unlovable: I thought people would not like this story because I wouldn't be updating it much. Just so you know, this story is really just something for me to write when I have a hit of inspiration. I never thought you guys would love it so much.

Don't Fear the Reaper: I thought people would be a little confused, which is what I was aiming for. I wanted to leave you at the end saying "wait...Erik...killed Christine? Wow"

Time Stands Still: This was just to write because I have had this idea in my head for some time. Sadly, it wasn't thought of as "good."

The Last Night of Sadness: This was supposedly supposed to border on comedy. When I had this dream, it was very funny. When you read it, replace the paragraph after Christine says "Raoul is a fop" to Christine explaining how she ran over him with her jeep. I forgot to add it in.

Ok, on with the story(I hope you guys like it)

The next day, I visited the untouchable's housing again. Garbage filled the streets, and houses, if you were lucky enough to have one, were made of sticks and mud. No flowers bloomed here, for spring never came. Here, it was eternal winter. 98 degree winter. Everything was dead, even the people. Their bodies move like corpses through the tiny streets.

Usually, I would silently walk around, watching as the untouchables did their work, hailing garbage, never daring to even steal a glance at me. I was above them, and for some reason, this was forever etched in their brains. For some reason, I felt attracted to them, like we had something in common. What a fool I could be sometimes!

Slowly, I walked back to where I heard the voice the day before. Once again, I heard the voice coming from behind the little mud hut. The tune I could not name, but I felt mesmerized by it. Once again, I felt attached to the strange voice, which seemed to make everything in my life confusing. Should I confront him? No, I wasn't ready for that yet.

Erik's POV

Once again, the young beauty was there, listening to my sing. I think I am in love with her, which would make sense of the saying "love at first sight." I had first saw her yesterday, as she was running away. From her clothing, I could tell she was not an untouchable. Her curly brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes were so enchanting, I fell in love with her then and there. I knew she would be back the next day, so here I stand, singing a song I composed quite a time ago. She seemed to enjoy it, and so I continued.

When I went to talk to her, for I thought she was ready to put India's foolish laws behind her, she quickly turned away and ran. She must not be ready, which is a good thing, because I am not either.

This pattern continued for days, the meeting, the singing, the steeling secret glances at each other. I was really feeling comfortable about meeting her, but she always ran away shortly afterwards. I do not believe she has seen my face, for she comes back. As I wait for her to meet me, I realize she is not coming. Of course, a girl of her looks and class can not love a monster untouchable like me...or maybe she wants to but can't. I don't know, but I must talk to her soon, so I will write her a note.

Christine's POV

Oh, what days of bliss I had! Every day I would meet him, and he would sing to me as I closely examined his face. One day, I realized her wore a mask, but disfigurements were common from beatings. I found it sexy.

I was held up at my home on Saturday to pack some things to sell, so I missed our appointment. Oh, he would be so displeased with me! Running towards our meeting place, all I realized was there was a note. It read:

-HAHAHAHAHAHA CLIFFIE!