Hey everyone! Sorry for the huge delay with posting the next update. Ya this Saturday in my note became like a month later :/ The thing is I got a different computer because my old one wasn't turning on anymore and to my horror my ideas and outline for chapter five were on that computer. So I had to start from scratch on writing the new chapter.

Please review! And maybe if I get a good amount it will give me enough motivation to add an epilogue at the end. :D

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December 12, 1889

Today, I awoke to a horrible noise. At first I had no idea where the sound could be coming from and was a little afraid to step outside the confines of my safe room, but I gathered the courage

and opened the old, wooden door with a soft creak. I grabbed the lit candle off of my nightstand and ventured out into the dark hallway. For a moment I heard nothing but the soft tread of my feet and

my heaving breathing, but then I heard it again. Not so loud this time but the sound that noise made, made my heart and lungs stop. It was Erik. Forgetting all of my past fears I rushed to the end of

the hallway where the door to his room stood and I swung it open. I was met with a foul smell but I quickly put that aside and ran into the room. Erik called out my name as I approached his bed side.

Oh Erik! You looked so weak just lying there in your coffin. Oh I hated that coffin and how you insisted on lying in that God awful thing. Your reasoning had been simple to you, "Everyone has to be

prepared for everything. Even eternity." You snapped me out of my daydream when you're hand suddenly reached up and seized me by the arm and pulled me down until I was only inches from your

face. For a while we just stayed there, looking into each other's eyes until you turned away to cough, a violent episode racked your body until you gained control and managed to even out your breath

as best you could. "Christine, I have t- to . . . tell you so- something." You tried so hard to get even those few words out and your breath was labored with wheezing and the tightness of your chest. I

replied with a gentle yes and begged for you to tell me what you had to say. "Christine, I. . . I- I'm not going to b- be. . . aro- around for much longer. I need you t- to know that. . . that I love you,

Christine. I want to kn- know if. . . if you lov- love me too. Please tell me that." I told you over and over again that I loved you so much! I love you Erik so much. I told him that he was talking

nonsensical. I begged him not to leave. I needed him. I had given up my whole life to be with him. God it isn't fair! Do you really hate him so much? That when he had just found the chance for

happiness, a chance to start over, you had to take that chance away from him? He told me to stop my tears, for he hated it when I cried. Of course that only made me cry even more. "My dear, dear

Christine. Now b- be a good girl. Find yourself a . . . a g- good husband who i- is strong . . . and will take care of you. I w- would hate for you to be a- all alone." Then that was it. He stopped talking as

if that was all that his body would allow him. I took his hand in mine and kept telling him that I loved him. I wanted him to know that. That someone had loved him. He hadn't always been alone. I

leaned down and kissed his forehead one last time. My lips lingered there for a few seconds and then I pulled away. As I looked at him I saw the faintest hint of a smile, then he turned his face away

from me. . . and died.