Yes life is still unfair and I still own nothing.

Sorry about any crazy spelling, my spell checker has gone crazy again. I think I have got all the mistakes but apologies if I have missed any.

Erik

Entry 7

I have never felt such joy before in my life.

I have held her in my arms once more and she does not hate me.

It has been some weeks since the premier of Hannibal and the Opera is now performing Ill Muto, a comedy.

I had stayed away from Christine, not going to the chapel or even watching the performances. I felt disgusted with myself for the distance that I felt I had created between myself and Christine. For making her hate me as I was sure she did.

I remained under the Opera House composing my own opera, working on it tirelessly slamming the notes home angrily as I worked on the score. My mind filled with pictures of Christine against my will. Her soft innocents eyes, her long wild hair, her small frame...

It had been a week since I had made my appearance to Christine, shattering all of her illusions, and I had not once delivered a note to the managers or been the cause of an 'accidents' and I needed to venture up to the theatre in search of food.

Sluggishly I made my way to the surface, the rehearsals were in full flow for the new production so the corridors in the cast wing of the theatre were silent. I found Madame Giry's room ready to leave a note with a list of provisions and head back home, when I heard a cough behind me.

"Hello Erik." Madame Giry's soft voice filled the silence.

Turning around I nodded and walked towards where she was standing in the door meaning to step past her and return to the lake.

Her hand shot out and caught my arm stopping me.

"We need to talk." she told me sternly.

"We have nothing to talk about." I snarled in reply just wanting to be left alone with my grief.

"Christine has been missing you."

What?

Why would she miss me?

I was an imposter, a liar.

Oh yes she missed her angel, not me.

I violently jerked my arm from her grip and began to move away again only to stop as she continued.

"She goes to the chapel every night Erik, and every night she leaves it in tears."

I had made her cry again. I was a monster.

"Erik, what are you doing?"

I did not know how to answer that.

"I know that it was you that she spent the night with a week ago."

she sighed heavily and stepped towards me.

"Did something happen that I should know about and prepare for..." she trailed of suggestively.

I snapped my head up.

She thought that I, that we, that Christine and I...

How dare she!

"How dare you even suggest such a thing Madame. How dare you think that I would tale advantage of Christine in such a way." I cried angrily at her, shaking with my rage.

"Come now Erik." she scoffed taking no notice of my out burst as she moved further into her room after closing the door. "What did you expect me to think. You have been no where near Christine since that night and she is getting paler by the day. she is hardly eating and her singing is deteriorating."

A wave of guilt and confusion washed over me.

I had done this to my love, making her ill all because of my selfishness.

"She needs you in her life Erik, you have been her friend and teacher for to long to just leave her."

I shook my head rapidly as I leaned heavily against the wall, all to suddenly it was difficult to stand.

"I am no longer her angel." I mumbled.

"Of course you are. What would make it any different?" asked Madame Giry sharply as she sat down at her desk.

"She knows that I am the Opera Ghost." I snapped, angry that the women in front of me could not grasp what I was telling her.

Suddenly she stood sharply and marched towards me standing before me with her hands on her hips.

"Now you listen to me Erik." she cried angrily at me her voice rising with every word.

"Christine needs you, she is wasting away without you so you will find out a way to fix what you think you have done and you will get yourself back into her life. She is like a daughter to me and though I may not have approved of this relationship of yours at the beginning I saw what happiness you brought to her and I will not let you take that away from her." she took in a deep breath and opened the door smartly.

"Now go and think about what I have said." she snapped all but shoving me from the room into the thankfully still empty corridor.

I returned home thinking of what she had told me.

Christine was still going to the chapel, even though she knew I was no angel. And she was leaving it every night in tears presumably because I was not there.

Maybe there was hope after all.

Woohoo go Madame Giry hehe.

So here's the deal. I have had 93 visitors and only 6 reviews (thank you sooooo much I loved getting them). Can someone please help me get to double digits please, please, please, please.

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Erik's take on the rose episode next.