Christine

I must have sounded so pathetic begging him not to leave me.

But I did not care.

I held onto him all the tighter as I felt his arms close around me holding me close to his warm body.

My heart raced as I felt his hand on my head as he stroked my hair gently form head to waist and back again. He had not shook me of. I pushed myself closer into his body wanting to disappear into him never wanting him to let go of me.

I was content, standing in the open air in his arms.

"Have you missed me little one?" he asked me softly.

Yes that was the voice of my angel, my love.

"Yes, more than you know." I answered him shakily trying to get myself even closer to him than I already was.

"I am sorry Christine." he whispered.

There was such sadness in his voice that I pulled myself away from him needed to look into his eyes and find out the cause of his sadness.

I peered into his face, the same face that I had seen for the first time a few weeks ago.

He was just as I remembered.

He dark hair was neatly brushed back from his face, his leather mask still covering half of his face (not for the first time I found myself wondering what was behind it, but I did not care, if he wished to show me one day than so be it), his dark eyes were filled with sadness, but happiness also.

I reached out and held his uncovered cheek in my hand, he leaned into my touch like he had before, closing his eyes slowly and holding my hand to his face.

"Why did you stay away so long?" I asked gently. "I have missed you so much."

Opening his eyes he took my hand from his face and held it firmly between us.

He seemed to flounder for a moment, searching for the right words.

"I thought that you would hate me." he mumbled.

How could how think that. I would never hate him.

"No, no, of course I do not hate you. Why would you think that?"

"I have mislead you all these years Christine, playing the angle, lying to you."

I shook my head and leaned into him, once again wrapping my arms around him.

It was amazing that this strong man in front of me was so unsure of himself.

"I am thankful everyday for you being in my life." I told him firmly, stepping away. "I do not care how it came about or under what pretence this happened." I continued never feeling more sure of myself in my life. "You were there for me when no one else was, when I needed someone to care for me." I took in a deep breath.

Should I tell him how I feel? What my true feeling are?

Where I had been more than sure of myself a second before, I was now hesitant.

What should I do?

Making my decision I did the only thing I could think to do.

Once again I stepped towards him and placing my shaking hands on his shoulders I stood on my toes and swayed towards him.

I saw a flash of insecurity pass across his face before whispered horsely.

"I love you."

Slowly I pressed my lips to his.

Had I made the wrong decision.

I was not entirely certain of what I was doing, having never kissed anyone before.

He stood there motionless.

I went to move away. And then, to my joy his arms closed around me pulling me close to him.

He was kissing me back.

And it was perfect.

But all things come to an end and the moment was broken as I heard my name being shouted.

Raoul.

OK so what do you think?

Ahh that Raoul is just a pain in the neck isn't he.

I can't really figure out if I am moving things a bit to quick but then we know that she loves him and he loves her so hey I think it's about time that they finally told each other (but so so sorry if anyone is disappointed about that).

I am not going to have her ripping the mask of his face ever, since I am working on the idea that she loves him. She fell for him when she only knew him as the voice so it's his personality that attracts her.

Erik's thoughts next.

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