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NOTE: There should be lots of similes, metaphors, hyperboles, and personification in these coming chapters, cause my English teacher says "it makes my writing better." I say it just sounds pretty.

And so we go.

Chapter Six

Erik looked at her with satisfied longing in his eyes. His angel, returned to him. Erik touched his lips. She…kissed him, and of her own doing. He hadn't been a part in it. That made him smile. It was a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless. Something he hadn't done in what seemed an eternity. However, Christine broke his rapturous moment with words.

"I suppose this would be the accurate time for an explanation?" Erik only nodded slightly, as if moving too fast would make the moments end faster. Christine then sat, and proceeded to tell Erik about everything from the day after her final performance, to the graveyard with Cara. The only time he interrupted her was to inquire of Cara. How she was, and such. He seemed interested in Cara's well-being, which Christine noted to ask him about later. Erik had considerably composed himself, he wasn't crying anymore, and had a constant smile on his face.

"Erik?" Christine asked. He turned to her attentively and almost lost himself in her eyes. They were bottomless orbs of ocean blue that he had missed for so long.

"Yes m'dear?" Erik said, still gazing into her eyes.

"How can you still love me? After I betrayed you, and though all this time…" she said, looking down, fearing the answer would be something she wouldn't like.

"Christine, how could I not love you? I've loved you since the first day you and your amazing talent stepped into this world of an Opera House." This time it was Christine who broke into tears, but these were tears of joy. Erik took her in his arms, as if by doing to he could protect her from the world and all its cruelties.

"I was so scared you wouldn't love me anymore." She said, but neither of them took much notice of it. Christine continued to sob in Erik's arms, feeling safe enclosed in them. They stayed that way for a while, and Christine drifted asleep soundly and restfully for the first time in months. Erik lifted her up, and carried her to the bed, with a certain sense of déjà vu. As he laid her on the soft red velvet covers, he saw something shine in her hand. It was the engagement ring. He quietly placed it on her finger, hoping she would accept his unspoken proposal. After doing so, he lit a fire, and sat down in front of it on his imported Persian carpet. Lying back, with his arms behind his head, he fell asleep with a smile on his face, content at last. Christine and Erik both slept through the night soundly.

Erik woke to the soft singing of Christine by the piano. He grasped for an answer, and was suddenly hit with realization. She had come back. It hadn't just been a pleasant dream. And she was singing, because he had left his lyrics and notes to Music of the Night on his piano. Her nimble fingers flew across the pale and ebony keys of the grand piano as gracefully as a swallow in the morning air. She was almost as good a pianist as she was at singing. A talent he hadn't known she had. He closed his eyes and listened to her soft melody, as she gave his song new meaning. With her singing it, it sounded like the soaring sky. She was dressed in a simple red gown, with gold trim. It was one of the few things Erik owned that had belonged to a woman. ((Yeah, it was Raoul's… um … -cough-)) He quietly listened to her melodic playing end, and was dumped harshly back to reality from his little dreamland. He silently rose and walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Beautiful, mon ange." He said in a whisper, staring at the keyboard that has seemed to produce music so wonderful it was like magic. She looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for an answer. "There is nothing to critique. Sing it with your own techniques. You are a wonderful pianist. When did you learn?"

"From my father," she said prideful, "I had to accompany him on the piano while he played violin." He gazed at her joyful face, which seemed to glow in his presence.

"Well, your father was a magnificent teacher." Erik replied, as he sat on the piano bench next to her. He then continued to converse with her about her father and the art of pianism. ((Wow, that's actually a word!))

"Christine!" Cara yelled, as she searched the house frantically. She looked in closets, under beds, out in the yard, and even under seat cushions. She was insane with worry. Where had she gone? Oh no, what was she going to do! Chrissy was missing! Damn, still no answer from her friend. She'd have to tell Raoul the truth now. And Cara was positive that Christine hadn't gone for a nice stroll in the park.
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