Meanwhile Emily was wondering where Raymond had been for three days.
"Have you seen Raymond? Raymond?" she asked the managers.
"No. He left us a note saying he would not be here until the masquerade ball, in two weeks."
Raymond was singing and playing the organ. Erika walked behind him. Her hands fell gently on his shoulder's.
"Erika thinks that was beautiful." she said, astonished.
"Thank you." He blushed slightly.
"Could you play?" She nodded and sat down. Her finger's slid gently down the keys, producing a enchanting melody.
"Did you make that up?" Raymond asked. She nodded, a silent 'yes'.
"Erika, do you have any parent's?" Her lower lip trembled.
"My father, Monsieur, would never set eyes upon my face without cowering in the corner…" She stopped when Raymond grabbed her hand. He had been the only light in her dark life. She smiled.
"Do you love me?" he asked, suddenly.
"Who wouldn't?" she replied. He smiled, that heart-stopping smile.
"If I were your father I wouldn't be scared, I'd love you, like a father's supposed to." The word's. Those kind word's! She sobbed aloud. He took off her mask, and he didn't cringe. He just smiled.
"I love you, Raymond." she said.
"C-can I go back up in two weeks, or are you going to keep me here?" he changed the subject abruptly, as if he couldn't admit he loved her.
"YOU'RE JUST CHANGING THE SUBJECT", she screamed, "SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOVE ME!" She sobbed aloud. She suddenly reached for Raymond's neck. Her hands slipped around his neck. He gasped, but then choked. She must've realized who it was she was choking, because she let go.
"Raymond!" she yelled, crying. He collapsed on the floor.
"Ray-Raymond?" she said, kneeling over him.
"He can't be dead!" she whispered. She kissed his head.
"Erika's so sorry." He coughed, and rolled over. She picked him up and carried him to his room.
Drama seems to happen with me. And I will update a lot because I might loose my computer on Friday. (Punjab stupid Mrs. Wilson ugh!)