A/N: Hey! Sorry it's been a while. I was busy with school and other stuff.

This takes place on September 29. This is not going to be a diary or anything. I'm just keeping track of when Christine and her father are going to leave or the Paris Opera House. They are leaving on September 31. That means they have 2 full days left in Sweden.

Thanks to my reviews from: Gerardphantomhot, Mary Anne Talbot, lilsteves, Leli1013, Kalaia, Erik's Secret Admirer, siriuslyaphanatic,

the Mouse in the Opera House, scarletghost13, and Morte Rouge. I love hearing from you all!

And a special thanks to Opera Dove for being my beta. You're the best:D

And now... we continue with my little story.

Chapter 16

Christine roused from her sleep when warm sun seeped into the room. She sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her tiny fists as she let out a big yawn. She shuffled toward her dresser and picked out a emerald green dress.

She went down to the kitchen to eat her already cooked breakfast.

"Father?" Christine called.

"Yes, Angel?" he asked. He was sitting at the table eating his sausage.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"I thought it would be a bit sinful to wake a sleeping angel from her beauty sleep," he replied lovingly.

Christine's face grew hot and she looked away as a smile crept across her face. Gustav chuckled.

Christine sat down across from her father. "I'm starved," she pronounced.

Gustav looked into her sparkling brown eyes and smiled. Christine devoured her food greedily as Gustav went over some of his music notes. Christine
waited until her father was engrossed with his music before slipping a roll and a few sausages into her napkin.

Clutching her napkin, she stood up and thanked her father for the breakfast. She scurried upstairs with the food she had smuggled from the table. She knocked on Erik's bedroom door. He opened the door to see Christine panting from her trip upstairs. She handed him his breakfast.

"Thank you," Erik said softly. Christine looked into his glistening gold eyes. She knew if she could see his face right now, he would be smiling.
"No problem," Christine shrugged. "When you are finished with your breakfast, would you like to come downstairs? My father will be telling stories."

Erik looked up from his food. "I would like that," he replied. He closed his door, collapsed against the door, for needing some time to think. 'It is decided,' he thought with a sigh, 'I will be leaving today. I have to get a head start on the construction of my home. I do not wish to leave Christine though,' he thought sadly.

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Erik's long, slender fingers played an invisible piano as he sat on top of the steps listening to Christine's conversation with her father. (A/N: It's almost like playing air guitar. lol)

"Father? Will you tell me the story about the Angel of Music," she pleaded.

"Aren't you going to invite Raoul? We can ask his parents if he could join us for the rest of the day at our house." he suggested.

At those words Erik felt his temper rising slightly. 'I don't like that boy. He spends too much time with Christine. Surly he doesn't feel the same
way I feel about her.'

"No, Father. I just wanted it to be just you and me," she replied cheerfully, 'and Erik,' she added silently.

Her father laughed and rubbed his hands together preparing himself for the story. "Little Lotty thought of everything and nothing...," he began.

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When the story was over, Erik stood up and slipped into Christine's room quietly.

'All I need is my drawings,' he thought, carefully collecting the papers. 'I should really leave a note. I don't want her to worry,' he thought.

Erik grabbed a piece of paper and quill. He dipped the quill into the ink pot and began to write:

'Christine,
Thank you for your hospitality. I'm forever in your debt.
I am sorry to say that I must be on my way, for I have things that I must
attend to.
Good-bye, mon ami. I hope to see you again someday.'

Erik reread his letter. 'She'll probably never know I left the house. She was too busy spending time with that little boy,' he thought bitterly.

He picked up the fresh, red rose that he had just gotten form town and laid it on top of the letter. 'There's something missing,' Erik thought. He looked around the room. He saw a black ribbon on Christine's nightstand. He picked it up. 'Perfect!' He tied the ribbon on the stem carefully. He placed the rose on the letter once more. He gave one last look at Christine's room, picked up his drawings, and slipped out the window.

'I will miss her and her father.' And just like that, he was gone.


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Ten minutes later Christine raced up the stairs and into her room.

"Erik," she called with a big smile on her face. 'He got to hear my favorite story,' she thought excitedly. "Erik?" she called again. Her smile faded as she looked into Erik's empty room, for he was nowhere to be found. "Erik?" she said called frantically.

She looked around her room. Her eyes fell upon a rose, with her black hair ribbon tied around the stem. She picked it up and breathed in the sent of the rose revealing a letter underneath it. She picked up the letter to read it. She stumbled through the sloppily written words. Christine's eyes filled with tears as she reread the note again to fully understand it.

Christine dropped the not on the floor and ran to her bed. She put her face in the pillow. "He left me!" she sobbed. "He left me! What did I do wrong? Did he not like it here?"

Christine remained in her bed for the rest of the evening, wishing that Erik could stay just a little while longer.

A/N: I hoped you liked the chapter.

Please review! It would be a nice birthday gift. My B-day's the 6th. The big 15! .
-Jess-