November 23, 1889

I have been down here for two long days. Without you here I am very lost in your house. The only places I remember are my old bedroom and your

music room. You wouldn't let me go anywhere else. But sitting here for two days, one has nothing else to do but let ones mind wander. Today I

thought about my dear Raoul. He's probably worried sick about me. All I told him when I left was that I had to leave. Of course he asked me why,

but only answer was, you would not understand. So I wrote Raoul a letter. He has always been there for me and he deserves and explanation as

to my quick get away. I quickly found the Rue Scribe entrance and sent the letter on its way. I made my way back to the house on the lake feeling

very hopeless. I just wanted you to wake up. As I entered your bedroom, finally, it seemed my prayers had been answered, for you opened your

eyes . . . your beautiful eyes. At first the way your eyes glowed scared me so because I thought that must mean you were some sort of demonic

creature, for who ever heard of someone possessing glowing eyes? But I soon began to love the way they did for I always knew were to find you

in the dark. As I looked into them I noticed that the glow you once possessed had dimmed immensely. They were dull and lifeless as you stared off

into nothing. I don't even think you noticed me standing there. Then when I spoke your name, you looked straight at me. At first your face was one

of confusion, but then it slowly melted into a softer almost thoughtful gaze. You asked me what I was doing there. Had something happened to the

boy because you believed that was the only reason I would have returned. I told you that nothing had happened to Raoul. I had returned on my

own. You asked me why. Why would I return willingly to a monster. I let you know that I would never leave you again. That the decision I made

three weeks ago was foolish and done out of fear. At the time I wasn't able to see that the emotion I was really feeling was love. At first I could tell

you were again confused, but it turned into peace. You took my hand and asked me, "Are you sure that you will never leave your poor Erik?" I

quickly replied, "Never." Then you fell back asleep. I'm sure that those actions had been very taxing on your energy. When I had found you, you

had been on the brink of death. I don't like to think of what I would have found if I had waited only a few more days to go back.