Okay here is the next chapter grapejuice101 and PhantomFan01 get to give Erik a hug.

Erik: Oh no.

Me: I get a hug too *hugs him* see it's not that bad.

"I thought I loved him." I said as we walked down the tunnel. I felt his arm tighten around me as we reached the boat. He looked at me before putting the lantern on the boat.

Think of me,

Think of me fondly,

When we've said good-bye,

I sand soft and timidly, like a scared child.

Remember me once in a while,

Please promise me you'll ty,

And when you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free,

Please promise me that sometimes you will think of me!

"Christine." I said as he looked up at the bricks above us. He stood there for a moment then looked at me. "What?" I asked as he stepped closer to me.

"Nothing." He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Oh Monsieur, I do insist you tell me." I said teasingly. He looked at me and smiled realizing my joke. He took his hand from my shoulder and starred at the boat.

"Down once more." He said as I placed my hand in his. He hesitated at first then grasped my hand firmly. He helped me into the boat then got in himself. I let go of his hand and sat down. He pushed off and before I knew it we were on our way back to his home.

"Erik?" I said once we reached the shore.

"Hm?" He helped me out of the boat. I walked over to his miniature stage.

"Why do you live down here?" I turned around to meet his eyes. He sighed and took his cape off. He walked to his organ and sat at the bench. I sat down at the chair in front of his stage.

"I live down here because everyone up there hates me." He finally said. I looked at him and sighed. "What's wrong?" He said practically jumping up from the chair.

"Nothing, what is wrong with you. You leapt from your chair like it was on fire!" I said giggling. He looked at me slightly dazed, and sat back down. I stood and walked over to him, he had his head in his hands. I sat down beside him and rubbed his back. "I'm sorry, but you looked so," I didn't get to finish.

"No don't be sorry." He said as he lifted his head from his hands. I smiled at him and he wrapped his arms around me. "Emily, I-I love you." He said as I lifted my head.

"I love you too." I said as I stared into his deep blue eyes. "I don't hate you." I said as I hugged him again. He detached from our hug and looked at me. Then he took the rose from my hair and placed it on the organ.

I smiled and reached to pin my hair up. He looked at me and grabbed my hand. He held it up to his lips and kissed it. "You're beautiful." A blush crawled to my cheeks, and as it did he smiled. I looked down at our hands and frowned slightly. I had never actually touched his hand, he all ways wears gloves.

I looked back up and he looked confused. "What's wrong?" He said worried. I looked back at his hand and slipped mine out. Instead I held his wrist and with my other hand pulled his glove off. He was still confused for a moment. "W-what are you," he stuttered the realized what I did. I set the glove on his organ as he slipped the other off.

"I wanted to hold your hand." I said. Realizing what I said, I blushed as I slipped my hand into his. "Your hands are freezing." I said as I pressed my other hand on top of his.

"I'm sorry." He said as looked at my hands against his.

"Your cold, you don't have to be sorry." I said pressing my check against his shoulder.

"Do you want me to play something?" He asked as he played a simple tune with his left hand.

"Yes." I said as I let go of his hand. He looked through his music for a moment then paused. He uttered a curse and got to his feet. "What's wrong?" I asked as I stood. He looked around angrily. Then turned back toward me.

"Go to your room please." He said trying to calm down. I looked around then back at him.

"Why?" I said trying to figure out what happened.

"Just go!" He bellowed. I jumped back then ran toward my room. The second I got inside the room I collapsed on my bed. Why did he snap like that? What had upset him? I knew he was having a mood swing, but what set him of like that?

Had he been upset because he couldn't find his music? I felt hot tears running down my cheeks. It wasn't his fault he was just upset. I sat on the swan bed listening to Erik yelling and cursing for a few minutes. I looked around the room and then walked over to my mirror. I unpinned my hair and let it fall to my shoulders.

I wiped my tears from my face and looked at the Persian curtains. He wasn't yelling anymore instead he was crying. I walked over to the curtains and peered out of them. Erik was sitting on the ground sobbing. "Erik." I called out to him.

He lifted his head from his palms and looked at me as I stepped out of the room. He looked away and stood. I walked closer to him as he made his way to his organ. "Please go back to your room." He said as he grabbed my rose from the organ and stood again. He walked over to me and forced a smile.

"I'm sorry mon Cherie." He placed the rose in my hand and went back to his organ. I stared at him for a moment then turned back to my room.

Erik and his mood swings! He gets upset for like no reason! What do you think Emily is thinking? Will Erik calm down by morning? Please review!