Erik
She was more beautiful than I remember; her eyes glistened as she gently grasped my hand and rode in my boat, heading 'home'. My home, but hers as well? I was unsure if this would work, for I knew Raoul wouldn't stop until he found her, the people of Paris think I am dead and if I show my face or Christine disappears once more, all of Paris and the managers of the Opera Populair would panic and that wouldn't be good for her at all… Myself I am not worried about, I just want her to be happy and safe.
We were arriving at the grate before she spoke. She slowly turned and looked up into my eyes smiling as she asked, "What do you mean when you said 'You read my mind?"
I was silent, unsure of how to tell her, how she would take it, or if she even would understand.
"Erik?" she spoke louder her eyes filling with worry, "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing." I sighed heavily and then finally continued, "I… have been dreaming of you and... I have felt… broken without you." I spoke turning away from her.
Tears began to run down her blushing cheeks as she sang softly "You are not alone."
I looked at her as she began to blush very heavily; she bowed her head as she smiled ever so faintly. I felt a smile slowly take shape on my face and that broken feeling soon vanished.
We soon came upon the lair and exited the boat.
Christine
We soon arrived home. I took his hand as I stepped out of the boat; staring at him sheepishly as I asked "Erik... Can we start back with my singing lessons?"
He looked at me a little startled by my request and smiled as he said "let's do."
He walked over to the organ and pulled out "Think of Me." I was in the middle of the song when I first saw his eyes gleaming as I sang the line "There will never be a day when I won't think of you!" I was a little rusty and he could tell, but as soon as our eyes met, my voice soared. I stopped for I was startled at how my voice suddenly changed; it sounded so much clearer, sweeter, and full of life. We both exchanged looks of confusion but as a smile crept across his face, he explained everything without saying a word
"I guess it's true," his eyes said bowing his head," if we are without each other we are broken."
I began to smile and felt my cheeks begin to blush as I finished the song. His eyes grew wide as I hit the last note with extraordinary sharpness and clarity; its sound echoed throughout the lair. As I glanced over at him, I noticed the admiration welling in his sapphire blue eyes. I began to blush even more than I already was, my face growing hot with embarrassment. Our eyes locked once more and we had our own private talk in each others mind.
Erik
She was glowing, I could swear by it. I wasn't truly sure what happened exactly, but when our eyes met and I saw her beauty and heard voice so clear and angelic, that I just could not stop staring. I was in awe of her… her perfection. I just wanted to stand there and bask in the light of Mon ange. I'm not sure as if why her voice changed so dramatically, but I was now sure that she needed me and I needed her.
I was still staring at her when she walked over to me and asked ever so softly that it was barely audible, "Erik, I'm tired, can we please stop?"
"Yes, of course, you did beautifully." I replied, becoming worried at the sight of the exhaustion that was quickly growing in her eyes.
Christine
He took me over to the couch by the unlit fireplace and laid his cloak over me. I was hesitant to tell him that it was quite chilly, but as if he was telepathic he said "You're chilled, I will get wood for the fire."
I wasn't used to him being so caring, so observant. He was finishing with fire just as dozed off. I remember thinking before my slumber, "This will work, I will make it; it has to... I know it will be hard, but we have to try."
I dreamt of Erik, he was singing a sweet song to me, but he was so sad. I was confused so I tried to walk to him and ask him what was wrong, but he just pushed me away; I was scared. He sent me away… the last words I remember him saying in my dream was "This won't work; I'm sorry Mon ange."
I awoke hearing voices; I sat up in the dimly light den of his lair to find Erik missing. I called to him with no answer. I soon became frantic searching for him; the voices becoming louder by the moment.