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A/N: So.,., MUWHAHA! Another chapter! Hope ya enjoy!

Phool: In Her Eyes

Chapter 3 - Christine

Jol sat on the bed starring at the floor for what seemed like only minutes, but she soon realized it had been hours when she felt that the towels on her knee had gone warm and were not helping anymore. She slowly rose from the bed testing her knee, 'Yes… I think I can dance on this.' she smiled, but her smile soon faded, 'It's quiet… Erik must have gone to see Christine.' Jol sighed as she walked to the door.

But there he sat, at his organ, head bent down in his hands. Jol slowly walked up to him, "What do I do Jolie! I can't write… there's nothing…" he cried almost pathetically. Jol placed her hand on his shoulder,

"You just need some inspiration, is all, Erik." she told him leaning over so her face was level with his.

"But where, where would I find inspiration?" he asked peeking the left side of his face out of his hands.

"Well, inspiration is everywhere! It can be found in anything… " she smiled as she spun across the lair. Erik put on his mask, and looked up and watched her spin gracefully towards him… he caught her in his arms as she spun right into him.

"I… I think I'll write her an opera… No better way than music." he whispered, after a while of holding Jol in his arms, partially to her, looking into the distance in front of him. She sighed,

'Not exactly what I was going for, but what can I expect… it's always Christine.' she thought. "I have to get back Erik. The gala will start soon… and neither of us wants to miss it." she explained to him pulling herself out of his arms and away from the warmth she yearned for. They both stepped into the boat and again silently rode across the lake.

He took her up to the mirror in the dressing room. "You aren't coming?" she asked.

"No, no I think I'll go back… I'll come up for the show. Don't worry I wont miss the show. I promise." he added when he saw her face sadden. She put on a smile they both knew was fake and looked up at him… She got close to him and kissed his masked cheek. She slowly pulled away. Erik saw a tear slide down her cheek. He reached out to brush it away, but she turned on her heels and left him standing there in the middle of the door way.

'Whoa, that was close…' she thought as she left the dressing room, tears streaming down her face. 'You should have realized this before, Jol… He does everything for his Christine. I should have just left him there to mope at his organ. No, I couldn't do that… Sadness shouldn't suit heroes, as it suits my hero… Oh, Erik.' she ranted in her mind.

She soon arrived in the dining hall, "Jol! Oh my goodness! You wouldn't believe what happened after you left rehearsal!" Christine exclaimed and she grabbed Jol's hands. Jol gave her an obviously fake questioning look, but Christine was to excited to notice and cheered, "I get to be Elissa in Hannibal tonight! Carlotta stormed out and your mother convinced the managers to let me sing!" Jol smiled at her friend's excitement, "My Angel of Music is really looking out for me. I love him so much." Christine stated more quietly.

Jol's large blue eyes dulled at this statement and she excused herself after grabbing an apple from the basket. She just walked, in no general direction, her feet just carried her. Her feet led her to the empty auditorium. She stepped onto the stage, and stood center stage, and actually realized the gigantic size, beauty, and elegance of the theater.

She heard herself begin to hum, and closed her eyes. She soon felt like she was floating, she opened her eyes to realize she was, of course, not floating but dancing… She hummed more of the rhythm she didn't know, and danced across the stage.

Erik stood at the top of the auditorium, on the ledge near the ceiling. He watched her turn, jump, and glide across the stage. 'It's so elegant, so graceful, she's so beautiful…' his thoughts trailed as he felt his body leave the ledge through the nearby door. He neared the stage, but turned around, 'I can't… she's so at peace. Being disturbed by me is probably the last thing she wants.' he thought glumly walking back down to his solitude below the Opera House.

Jol suddenly felt the music leave her body, and she couldn't bring herself to dance. "Just in time too, I guess. Everyone's starting to get ready. Oh boy." she muttered when she headed backstage, chaos once again.

The performance went well enough, although, 'Erik wasn't there… The Vicomte just had to sit in Box 5! He promised he would come… I'm sure he just listened from somewhere, no point in watching singing, when it can be heard…' Jol silently yelled in her head as she took her final bow.

Jol decided to check up on Erik just in case something might have happened down there. She firstly changed into her practice dress, and then opted to use the secret passage way from the stage to get to Erik's lair, granted it's harder to slip away unnoticed…

She came to the lake after basically running through the passage ways, "I'll never get used to those things," she sighed, "That's odd… the boat's here, where's Erik?!" she asked to the stone walls around her. "Christine!" Jol cried slightly annoyed. She ran off, through more passage ways, to find Erik. The last one she could think of was the dressing room. As she neared it she slowed her pace to a tip-toe. 'Singing? Why would Christine be sing-- Oh.' Jol thought as she heard Erik's over-powering voice call her to him. Jol watched as they walked down the passage right passed her, 'He didn't even notice…' she thought in disbelief. "Every hero has a weakness, and it's always love isn't it?" she whispered into her hands that covered her face.

A/N: All right, all right… so I updated again lol I probably should be updating other stories.,.,.,. But I REALLY wanted to write this soo.,., yesh..,.,.,.,., How was it? Good? Bad? Do tell me! (Once again, please check for errors.,.,. Thanks .)

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