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Wednesday

Erik

Erik glanced over at his alarm and moaned, it was 9:30am and he knew he had a very long day ahead of him. It was less than 36 hours ago that he had snuck Christine back into her house through her window sill. Those pains she was feeling were of the gunshot that Jonathan had created in her last life. The kiss did trigger something in her, but for all he knew, she could have thought it was just a dream. Erik smacked himself in the forehead several times in frustration because he knew she should have not held back the way he did. He wished he would have taken advantage of her vulnerable state, but he knew that there was no use. He had to let her fall in love with him her own way.

Christine

Music class was about to start and Christine was having a hard time sitting patiently waiting to see how Erik would be today. If he showed any type of emotion towards her, then she would know what happened last night was real, but if nothing, it was just a sick dream she had.

"Girl, what you thinking about?" Meg asked, as she ate her skittles.

"Nothing, I've just been having really weird dreams," Christine answered.

"About the dude with no face?"

"Well, not exactly,"

"See," Meg exclaimed, "I told you those were just a stage, good thing too, because I thought you were going crazy," Meg laughed to herself.

Christine sighed; she was definitely not tell Meg about the whole Erik situation.

Just then, Erik walked in looking the same as he always looked like; his thick hair slicked back, his scarred skin and dark purple eye bags covered with concealer and powder, and his usual attire.

"Class, today I decided for the first part of the class we speak about the songs we chose for our performance. I believe that it is crucial to see inside the song rather than just sing the words because you like it."

The class groaned. "I thought we were going to watch the rest of Phantom," a dark haired girl said from the desk next to Christine.

"We will, but at the last 30 minutes of class, for now I'm curious to know why you picked the songs you did."

One by one the students got up and in turn said why they picked the songs, some explanations were because they loved the song since they were little or a grandparent would play it all the time. It was sort of a lot of memories and Christine had become bored very easily. Then it was Meg's turn.

"Well," Meg started, "As you all know, I am singing Memory from the musical Cats and it is no surprise why. I have three cats at home that I love and they are just my babies. I am known as the cat lady of the school, so what better way to pay tribute than to sing something from Cats. I also have a Cat named Grizabella and the song is sung by Grizabella, the Glamour Cat."

"Very interesting, Ms. Grey," Erik said in his seat. He then glanced over Christine's way and she could feel her cheeks grow warm from embarrassment. She had to get these thoughts out of her head. It wasn't real, Erik was not real. It was all a dream.

"Ms. Day, would you like to come and present why you chose the song you did?"

Christine stood up slowly and started walking towards the front of the classroom; her heart beating louder in her head. She tried so hard not to look over at Erik and show that he was nothing to her. She could feel the pull and a voice in her head that said to acknowledge him, but she quickly shut it off.

"Well," Christine explained, "My song as you all know is called "All About Us" originally performed by T.a.t.u, which was first debuted in 2005 on their album "Dangerous and Moving". I decided to sing a song from this album not only because it was all about these two in love and wanting to be together but because that is the same year my parents died."

Christine heard some students shift uncomfortably and she wanted to look over at Erik to see what his reaction was, but she stood her ground.

"All About Us speaks about a love that never dies and I do believe that love never dies. My parents loved each and I believe still do in their afterlife. They were soul mates and they fought for their love."

Christine gulped, she needed to at least hint something at Erik just to see if he would care; just to see if there was a chance last night wasn't a dream.

"I believe that everyone has a soul mate and through every lifetime, if you all believe in reincarnation, you find that mate and you are bonded again, it's inevitable. So, hence the few reasons why I decided to sing this particular song." Christine then walked back to her seat and was given a pat on her shoulder by Meg. Then Christine stared up and saw Erik's eyes furrowed in thought. This didn't surely prove anything; he could have been in his own thoughts somewhere.

"Well," Erik cleared his throat, "That was the end of the presentations, Ms. Abraham, can you please go ahead and shut the lights, we will start Phantom earlier than expected." The brunette in the front squealed from excitement and ran to the t.v. to turn it on from where they left off.

10 minutes into the film, Christine felt something move behind her, she turned to find Erik crouching down beside her.

"Dr. Mulheim, what are you doing," Christine whispered.

"I need to speak with you in private, please come out to the hallway," Erik whispered back.

The two slowly stood out and walked into the hall. The light hurt Christine's eyes and she lifted her arm to shield herself, not knowing that she had shown her midriff.

"Stop, what's that on your side?" Erik asked.

"Nothing," Christine answered back, "Now what did we need to talk about? If you are to be sorry about my parent's death, I have been fine with it for many of years now."

"No, it's not about that."

"Oh," Christine sighed.

She looked up at Erik and noticed that he was showing some sort of nervousness by running his hands through his slightly gelled hair.

"How are you feeling today, Ms. Day?"

"What do you mean?" Christine asked, slightly confused, but hopeful.

"On Monday?"

"Monday?"

"Damnit, Christine, Monday Night when you knocked on my door?" Erik's hard voice was shadowed by a whisper.

Christine's heart stopped for just a moment. "It wasn't a dream," she mumbled to herself, not realizing she was saying this out loud.

"It wasn't a dream, Christine, it was real." Erik walked a step closer towards her, sealing the space they had between them.

"You can't do this to me, not here." Christine placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away.

"I forget my head sometimes when I am around you." Erik's eyes blazed into hers as she looked up.

Separating herself from him, Christine sighed, "Because you really acted like that Monday…"

"I knew what you did on Monday wasn't real, Christine, this is why I didn't act upon it."

Christine sucked in a breath and touched her lips, "We…we can't do this here." She knew herself that the kiss she gave Erik was only to see if any memories would stir, and they did, only a few, but they were there.

"Tonight, at 7pm, I will come to you," Christine started, "I will tell Bella that I am off to a party or something, she's usually okay with it as long as I have all my homework done and I am back by midnight. I think that will give us plenty of time to talk, don't you."

"Talk," Erik said, Christine could see his body tense in frustration.

"Yes, talk," Christine repeated. There was no way, he could still be a creeper, Christine was wary about this new found friendship and if Erik wanted to turn it into something more, he would have to wait and see what she felt. She knew that he wouldn't force her to do anything; at least she will have pepper spray just in case.

"Till 7pm then, Christine." Then the two walked back into the class to finish up Phantom

6:30pm

Christine was already showered and had her makeup and hair done. She had to make this believable as possible so she had to make herself look somewhat pretty. Her strawberry blonde hair was curled and a bit messy and her bangs were straight. For makeup she had her favorite nude lipstick on and had her eyebrows and lashes all put in place. She didn't like too heavy of eye makeup but enjoyed when she could darken her cheekbones a bit so they would be a bit sharper.

Finally she took her robe off to start dressing but once she turned to the mirror to open the closet door, she noticed a mark on her side right under her ribs. When she got close to the mirror she noticed it was a scar. She had never seen this scar before in her life; it was light brown and looked like burned over skin. Looked like it could be a scar from a burn, then in Christine's realization, she gulped and felt sick. This also looked like it could be a gun shot wound…

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