The next few weeks of rehearsals were the hardest any of the girls had encountered. Madame Giry pushed them to the limit, especially Meg. There was no time for any of the girls to talk and they hardly got to sleep. Madame Giry wanted them to reach perfection and she wouldn't accept anything less. Meg would be playing a harlot and would be singing a few lines. As the days went on Christine and Meg hardly spoke to one another. Christine was always too busy practicing her lines or spending her time with Raoul.

A few days before the first performance of, "Don Juan Triumphant" Meg woke up to find Christine already out of bed. Rehearsals had been canceled that day do to Monsieur Reyer being sick. Meg rolled her eyes at the thought that Christine was with Raoul somewhere not knowing that in fact Raoul was in a brutal duel with Erik. Meg got dressed and went down stairs to go visit the horses at the stables. As she was petting a pony named, Clarabelle, Raoul and Christine came riding into the stables both looking pale. Raoul's shirt was torn and had a blood stained on his right arm. "Christine what has happen?" Meg asked running towards the couple.

"Nothing Meg, it's nothing. Just leave us alone," Christine snapped. Meg glared at Christine till Christine had gone inside with Raoul.

Meg walked up to a stableman asking if she could have a carriage take her to the cemetery. He had chuckled with a reply, "What is it with women today wanting to go to the cemetery?"

Meg's eyes narrowed and replied very coldly, "To visit my dead father's grave." He gave a nervous laugh and went to work on getting her a carriage.

"Thank you Monsieur," Meg said sweetly once he was done and handed him a few francs. Meg waited in the carriage patiently for someone to take her to the cemetery wondering what could have possibly happen to Raoul.

"Madamoiselle, where to?"

"To the cemetery please," Meg softly said. As the carriage took her to the cemetery, Meg's memories of her father flashed before her eyes. Tears began to fill her eyes at the thought of her father. Meg's father was a good man always filled with laughter. He taught Meg to love and accept everyone no matter what the case is. Before her father had died in riding accident Meg's family was happy. Happy, a word that had been long forgotten when Meg's father, Charles, had passed away.

Meg got out of the carriage and thanked him for the ride. She continued on into the cemetery seeking guidance from her deceased father. Meg sang a song that she had made up when she was little, a song that made her mother weep for hours:

You were once my sweet protector,
you were all that mattered.
You were once a friend and father,
then my world had been shattered.

Wishing you were somehow here again,
wishing you could take away my fears.
Sometimes it seemed if I just closed my eyes,
somehow we wouldn't have to say our goodbyes.

Wishing I could hear your voice once more,
knowing that nothing will be the same like before.
Dreaming of you won't help me to do,
all that you knew I could!

As Meg was walking she didn't know that a certain angel of music was nearby listening to her sad melody.

Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental.
Seem, for you, the wrong neighbors,
you were warm and my savior.

Too many years fighting back my tears,
why can't you just reappear!

Wishing you were somehow here again,
knowing we must never say goodbye!
Trying to forgive, teaching myself to live!
Give me the strength to try!

No more hiding from my fears! No more hiding my tears!
No more gazing across these haunting years!
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye...

Meg collapsed before her father's grave crying. She let all of her sorrows out; she let out all the pain that she had ever known. Meg looked like a helpless child that she once was when her father had died, but Meg had promised herself that she would be strong for her mother and strong Meg had become. "Meg?" Meg slowly lifted her head up to find Erik towering over her. His eyes gentled at the sight of her. He had been angry about this morning and she had softened his cold, angry, heart. "Meg what is ever the matter?" He asked kneeling down next to her.

"Erik what are you doing here?" Meg asked whipping away her tears sheepishly. He slowly wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. He breathed in her sweet fragrance.

"I've been here for a while visiting the ghost of my past." Meg nodded. "But why are you crying my sweet blonde angel?"

"Memories Erik, memories of my past and the ones that I love." She said burying her face into his chest trying to hide the tears. He held her in his arms. He knew that she needed someone to hold on to and be comforted by. The cemetery was silent. Not even the wind dare to break the silence as the beauty and the beast sat together holding each other the way lovers do. They sat there lost in their own thoughts.

"Come Meg lets go home, before you catch a cold." Erik said slowly getting up. He held out his hand for her which she took gratefully. "Do you have a ride home?"

"Yes Erik, thank you." Meg said watching him turned to leave. "Erik wait!" Meg pleaded. "Please Erik don't leave me. I can't stand it anymore. Too long I've been alone. Do not leave me, please. I need you."

"Beautiful Angel of Light what kind of life have you known?" He smiled before walking over to her, taking her small hands into his bear like hands. He put his right hand up to her cheek and began to stroke it lovingly. Meg continued to look straight into his eyes not having the power to turn away. He then slowly put his lips upon her rose petal lips, kissing her softly. They broke away searching into each others eyes before kissing each other again more eagerly. Erik pulled Meg closer not wanting to ever let her go. They need each other more than anything to wipe away their sorrows and past. They needed each other to find comfort and light. Almost all of their life they had known darkness in their own ways. This kiss was to show each other the need for one another.

Meg wrapped her arms around his neck; her knees weakening from the intensity of the kiss. Meg had secretly wanted this for a long time, but knew that these thoughts were dangerous and forbidden. The kiss grew more passionate as the two explore each other's mouths. Meg gasped in delight. Once the kiss ended both of their breathing were heavy. "I must go my sweet angel." He said. With more delicate kiss on the lips Erik disappeared into the mist. Meg stood there trying to hold onto the taste of Erik's sweet lips for as long as she could.