I am so sorry to you guys. I have been super busy with theatre and haven't had time to write. But our show just closed so I am proud to continue the story of Erik and Christine. I hope you enjoy. Read & Review.

It astounds me to think of how I used to dread the morning. Mornings used to mean dealing with another day as a Vicomtess. It had been a life I used to dream of, but once I had it, it was a chore. Becoming Raoul's wife had not been the dream I had imagined it to be. I had been walking on eggshells for ten years with him. I never wanted to hurt him. I did love him. He was one of my oldest friends. He was my only friend to have known my father. We shared many fond memories together. We had many laughs and shed many tears. I loved him. But I was never truly IN love with him. They are both two very different things. It made it impossible to live with him. But I knew it caused him as much pain as it had caused me.

But things had once again change. I learned the beauty of mornings. I opened my eyes to see the sun's rays pass through the windows and shine across Erik's glorious body. His perfect face was lit at such flattering angle that I found it impossible not to kiss his lips. I leaned down carefully and slowly gently placing my lips on his. His arms wrapped around me quickly pulling me tight against his flawless body. His lips moved with mine. I pulled back a moment later to catch my breath. His eyelids fluttered opened and graced me with the deep brown of his eyes. "You are so distracting, Miss Daae." His arms loosened their grip on me.

"What do you mean?"

"I was thinking of what to do with this… problem."

"What problem?"

"The threat you received."

"I am sure it is nothing."

"Christine, you have clearly been away for too long if you believe that I will not think this through. I would never let danger get within a thousand feet of you, love."

"It is nothing, Erik."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I am not worried. And if you are perhaps you are in need of some more distracting." I rolled over and pulled him on top of me. I pulled his lips to mine before he could argue. But moments later we both had to pull back to catch a breath. The beating of our hearts was so loud and fast that we needed to take a break from being so close to one another, before someone's heart exploded.

"This came in the mail for you the other day." Erik rose from the bed and left the room. He walked back in holding a large manila envelope. I took it in my hands gingerly.

"What is it?" He looked at me curiously.

"How should I know, Christine."

"I guess I just assumed it went through… security." He chuckled.

"That is a federal offence." I opened the envelope and poured its contents onto the bed. There was a small stack of papers, a pen, and a smaller envelope. I lifted the smaller envelope up and slipped my finger beneath its tab. It opened with ease. Inside the envelope was a letter.

To my dearest Christine,

I am so sorry for all that I have done. I had a temporary lapse in judgment and sanity. I sought help and I am getting better. Mother has been helping me. In fact I ran into Raoul the other day. He was so distraught. Well he is also better now, so you mustn't worry. In fact we are in love. I am not quite sure how it happened. As you know yourself, it was not planned. But we are both so happy. We are engaged now, as I am sure you and Erik are. I am so happy for you. We are back in Paris, but we want to visit, if that is okay. Mother and I are back at the Opera Populaire. Every hallway looks the same as they had back then. It is a constant reminder of how much I miss and love you Christine. Please say you forgive me.

Love always,

Your little Meg.

P.S. Inside is an invitation to our wedding scheduled two months from now and the divorce papers for you and Raoul. Please write me back.

"What is all of this?" I looked up at Erik with tears and shock in my eyes.

"A wedding invitation and divorce papers from Meg and Raoul."

"Oh. I am sorry Christine. I know that this must be a lot for you. After what Meg did. And I understand if you still love Raoul." I looked up at Erik and wiped away my tears.

"Huh? You think I am in love with Raoul? Have you lost your mind? I am in love with you and only you." He kissed me gently on the cheek.

"I am glad to hear it. I do not know what would do if I lost you again."

"You never truly lost me. You have my heart right there." I poked his chest.

"I gave mine away so long ago I almost forgot what it felt like to have a heart again. I am sorry if it does not fit you properly, you see it is probably as deformed as me."

"And just like you it is pure perfection."

"Why were you crying, if you do not mind me asking?"

"The two people I hurt most of all found love in each other. That is everything I could have asked for."

"So you forgive Meg?"

"You didn't know her like I did. The woman on the dock was not Meg. She lost herself and now she's back. The only thing that upsets me is that they set their wedding date before us."

"Well once you sign these you are eligible for marriage." I grabbed the pen and scribbled my name on the specified lines. I slid them back in the envelope and relabeled it to Raoul's lawyer. I ran outside in my nightgown to the front gates and slipped it into the mailbox. But instead of walking back to the park, my feet fell to the path down to the dock. I sat down and let my feet skim the surface of the ocean. "I always found this place the most relaxing, when I first got here." Erik sat behind me placing his arms around me and letting his feet hit the water beside mine.

"Can we have our wedding here?"

"Really?"

"This is where our lives together started."

"Well technically it started in your dressing room after your performance."

"That is true, but a bit too cramped."

"You can have whatever you please, love."

"April 5th,1905."

"That's only in about two months."

"Yes. Two weeks after Meg's wedding."

"And also your birthday."

"Yes. Yes it is."

"Would you really like to celebrate our marriage and your birthday on the same day?"

"I couldn't find anything I would rather have for my birthday than you."

"Well than your wish is my command." He leaned down and kissed my shoulder.

"Erik when is your birthday?"

"February 18th."

"Erik!"

"What?"

"That was the day I moved into the Opera house."

"Well truthfully, I do not know my true date of birth. But the happiest and most life altering day of my existence was February 18th,1885."

"I love you Erik."

"And I you, my Christine." I snuggled closer into his embrace.