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I woke up and heard yelling. "Emily!" It was Madame Giry. She ran up the stairs and rushed into the room. "My god child!"

"What?" I asked sitting up. She sat on the bed and calmed herself down.

"He wasn't there. I thought he may have come here and found you or taken you back." I smiled.

"Madame Giry, he didn't take me anywhere. But he did come by." Her eyes widened. "Don't worry." I said quickly. "We talked and the only one who seemed to lose their temper was me. He was very calm the whole time."

"Doesn't mean he couldn't snap later." She said standing up.

"He won't he promised me!" I rushed out of the room and ran downstairs, my brown hair trailing behind me. I grabbed a cloak and ran outside.

"Emily! What are you doing?" I looked in the direction of the Opera Populaire.

"He left after I fell asleep, I think." I said as she rushed up to me.

"You can't go on your own. Come I'll walk you there." I smiled and thanked her and we started to walk back.

We pasted a few carriages on the way inside. "Emily!" I turned around at the sound of my name. It was Christophe. I couldn't risk angering Erik so I ran inside, my face white. "Emily! Wait it's me!" He yelled I heard footsteps follow me inside. I ran to the passage near the dormitories and got inside as quikly as I could.

Luckily no one saw me enter. I turned around and starred down the dark path. I couldn't possibly go down there. Every time I try I trip over the uneven ground. How does Erik do it? That's it. "Erik!" No response. "Erik!"

Erik's POV

I returned to my lair to let Emily rest at Madame Giry's I placed Emily's ring on my organ and was staring at it smiling. She let me see her again. She did have a lot of mood swings in the short visit but at least I was able to see her.

I stood up and went to her room. I sat on the bed and thought about how she let me sleep in there. How I held her all night. Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like shouting.

"Erik!" It was her, but I had left her sleeping. Perhaps it was my imagination. "Erik!" It was there again. I ran to the passage and opened it up. I bolted down the dark hallway and at the end came face to face with Emily.

"Erik!" She squealed in excitement. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I put my arms around her waist and returned the kiss. "I was trying to call you because I couldn't go down the path alone. Every time I do I end up falling." She confessed. I laughed and picked her up bridal style.

"Don't worry I've got you." She giggled and pushed her head against my chest. After we exited the passage way I put her down.

"Erik!" I looked at her questioningly. "God, do you have something to eat?" I smiled and began to walk towards my kitchen. "Wait!" I turned around. "A big bowl of strawberries!" She looked at me excitedly.

"I don't know if I have any." I admitted. She gave me a childish pout and walked up to me.

"Please check."

"I still might not have any." She instantly pressed her lips against mine. "Are you bribing me?"

She smiled and nodded. "There are very few things you can bribe the opera ghost with." She said as she playfully poked at me. "But I've found that these do the trick just fine." She pointed to her lips and kissed me again.

"Fine I'll look for some strawberries. One question though." She smiled and tilted her head. "Why do you want them so much?"

"She is craving them." I heard a pair of footsteps enter as Madame Giry's voice echoed from the passage.

"Madame Giry what are you doing here?" Emily asked as she whirled around.

"I came to check on you. Cravings." She said and I was instantly gone. I had found a few strawberries but I don't remember having any.

I walked out and handed them to Emily. "Four? Only four." I shrugged and stroked her hair as she pouted.

"That's all I had sorry."

Emily's POV

I sat on my bed pouting that there was such a small number of strawberries in the bowl. Erik sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Madame Giry walked around the room for a moment before sitting in a chair.

"When did you know where she was?" Madame Giry asked as I stuffed the first strawberry in my mouth.

"The night of the Masquerade." As I ate the last few strawberries I tuned out the conversation a bit. Madame Giry was angry that he showed up without anyone knowing. And she claimed his temper wasn't under control.

But not once did Erik yell back, lose his temper, or even raise his voice. I was very thankful he had made so much progress. His voice was so calm and soothing that I felt the empty bowl fall from my hands as I fell asleep against him.

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