It runs. Fortunately, I have already prescribed enough so that I can present the next chapter to you today. Erik gets a bit emotional in this chapter but actually he always is. I hope you like it and have fun reading it.

Greetings Petit Erik

Erik POV

Today I would see my angel again! Oh, how I missed her. Even though we talked on the phone every day, it was different than seeing her. I had already packed my bag last night and took her to work right away. I greeted my colleagues and then went to my office. I put my bag down and walked to my desk. I don't know what Louise would say if she were in this room. Either she would be endlessly fascinated by the number of instruments that lined this room or she would be horrified by the unholy chaos. In fact, I think she would be both. I had to grin. Even back in my world, when I showed her my home under the opera house, she was fascinated by the endless instruments but absolutely horrified by my mess of sheet music that lined my piano and the floor.

"How can you leave all this like this, Erik?" she asked me, wide-eyed and holding several sheets of music in her hand.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"For now, I'm still finding my way around just fine. But I'll let you know, angel, when I don't anymore."

I could just hear her mutter: "It takes a genius to master chaos."

Louise POV

The time did not want to pass! I did everything possible but it wouldn't work. To pass the time, I decided to watch a movie. I chose 'Fack Ju Göhte', sat comfortably on the sofa and let myself be entertained. Soon I was in the movie and had to laugh heartily. On the side, I kept looking at my cell phone to see if he had contacted me. But I received no message. When the movie ended at 14:30, I was amazed at how quickly time passed. I turned off the TV and prepared myself for Erik's arrival. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. Erik had told me then that he loved coffee. So I started making coffee and getting the cookies out of the cupboard. Erik had a surprisingly very sweet tooth. I loved him even more for it. Five minutes before it was 15:00, I was ready. Excited and full of anticipation, I waited for my Erik. At 15:00 sharp, the doorbell rang. I ran to it and opened it. There he stood! My Erik! Finally he was there!

Erik POV

I never knew that time could pass so slowly when you miss and love something. I wanted time to pass as quickly as possible so I could see Louise. Thus, I tried to concentrate on my work. Sometimes colleagues would come by and talk to me. This is what I loved about my work; everyone treated me as if I were normal. No one paid attention to my mask. It made eating difficult but I could just take it off in my office after a break. I brought myself out of my thoughts and looked at the clock. 11 o'clock. One hour to go. Oh, how I wanted that hour to go by. But sooner than I thought, it was over. At 12 o'clock sharp, I dropped my pen on the table and stood up. I grabbed my jacket and bag, said goodbye to my colleagues, some of whom winked and wished me a good time, and headed for the streetcar. Fortunately, the ride wouldn't take too long. Soon I arrived at the main station. I jumped out of my train and quickly ran to the other train. I sat inside and could relax. Only 2 more hours. Then I would finally see her. I took out my headphones, leaned back relaxed, closed my eyes and thought of my love that was already waiting for me.

I awoke again with a jolt and looked around. What stop was I at? Suddenly the announcement came. Oh, I was in Flöha. So one stop before Chemnitz. I was getting all jittery inside with anticipation. When the train finally arrived in Chemnitz, I ran out the door and down the stairs to make my streetcar. Luckily, I still made it. I sat in a seat and it started to move. Oh man, those 45 minutes were long. But finally I was there. I quickly got off and made my way to my angel. 5 minutes later I was finally there. I rang the doorbell and it was opened for me. There she was! My angel!

"Erik!" she shouted and fell into my arms laughing.

I caught her and hugged her to me.

"Hello, my angel," I whispered in her ear.

She broke away from me and kissed me lovingly. I melted into the kiss and pulled her to me.

She broke away from me and looked at me.

"Come in," she said, "coffee's ready."

"Very good. I need one," I replied.

Louise smiled at me and went into the kitchen. Meanwhile, I took off my shoes and jacket. On a cabinet, which was next to the door, I put my mask and wig. It felt so good to take it off in front of someone who loves and accepts you. Louise came out of the kitchen and smiled at me.

"Are you coming?" she asked and I nodded.

I ran into the living room behind her and flopped down on the couch. I was finally with my angel!

Louise POV

Finally my Erik was there. He took me lovingly in his arms. While I went into the kitchen, he took off his shoes and jacket. When I heard a soft clatter, I knew he had taken off his wig and mask. I came out of the kitchen and saw him standing there with his face unmasked. I smiled involuntarily. I had missed his face terribly.

"Are you coming?", I asked him.

He nodded and followed me into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and sighed.

"Are you okay, angel?", I asked him.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just tired," he replied.

"I have the perfect remedy for that," I said.

I lifted the coffee pot with a grin. Immediately, a twinkle entered his mismatched eyes and he held his cup up to me.

"Please," he said with a grin on his misshapen lips.

"As the monsieur commands."

I took his cup and poured the pick-me-up. He took the cup from me and watched as I poured myself coffee as well. Unlike him, I drank mine with milk. Apparently, he liked almost anything in black. He took a cookie and sighed.

"Finally, something sweet," he said, closing his eyes as he chewed with relish.

A few crumbs fell out of his mouth and onto his shirt. I raised my hand to his mouth and gently wiped the crumbs away. I loved touching his misshapen lips. They were so different in texture, but I loved it. Erik gasped when I touched the puffy part of his lips. He looked at me.

"How?" he asked.

"What?", I replied, looking up at him.

"How can you touch my lips when they look so disgusting?"

Now I was the one gasping for air.

"How can you say that, Erik?", I asked in dismay.

"It's true," he replied, "on one side they are normal and on here they are so fat and disgusting."

"That's not true, Erik!"

He looked at me with wide eyes.

"It's not true?" he asked me uncertainly.

"No," I said firmly, "I love your lips."

His eyes widened.

"What?"

I nodded.

"Yes. It's the lips that can sing the most beautiful songs and give me the most amazing Kisses can give. I love them because I love you."

After saying this, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. Slowly they began to roll down his cheeks. He put his cookie on his plate and hugged me tightly.

"Thank you, Louise," he whispered hoarsely, "I love you too."

I broke away from him, gently cupped his deformed cheek and kissed him long and hard on his lips. He closed his eyes and I felt his lips, which he didn't like, move against mine. Because of the size of his lips, they didn't quite cover mine but I didn't mind. After we parted, he held his hand to his deformed upper lip.

"Thank you, my angel. I love you," he whispered.

I looked lovingly into his eyes.

"I love you, too, Erik. More than you can imagine."

He smiled at me, stole another kiss, and continued to nibble on his cookie. Because there was chocolate in the cookie, some stuck to his lips. I giggled at him and pointed to his lip. Apparently he noticed that some of the chocolate was sticking and licked over those spots. I noticed myself blushing and quickly grabbed a cookie as well. I felt a bit of chocolate sticking to me as well and Erik grinned at the image.

He bent forward, gave me a kiss and said: "Hmm, yummy. Chocolate."

He then grinned at me like a little boy. I laughed at this happy picture of him and leaned against his shoulder.

"Do you actually know how happy you make me?" he asked me in an affectionate whisper.

"Hmm. I guess I do. But you make me happy too," I replied just as lovingly.

"Really?" he asked, looking at me.

"Hmm."

That's all I really wanted to say. I leaned against him and sighed with pleasure. I noticed him resting his head in my hair and I felt his disfigured cheek against my scalp.

"Now you would have to look at 'Sissi'," I murmured into his shirt.

"What would you have to look at?" he asked into my hair.

"'Sissi'," I replied.

"Could we look at that? It sounds very nice."

"But it's a romance," I told him.

"Never mind. We're romantic too," he said with a smile in his voice.

"Okay," I said, got up, went to the DVD shelf and pulled out the DVD.

Then I went to the TV and put the DVD in the player. Then I grabbed the remote and sat back down with Erik. I turned on the TV, leaned on Erik's shoulder again and watched the movie.

Erik POV

My love kept surprising me. While we sat together on the couch, I nibbled on a cookie. Because of my lips, I didn't really like to eat anything but I didn't care. When I noticed some crumbs falling out, I thought she would turn away in disgust but this was not the case. Carefully she wiped the crumbs away from my mouth and shirt. I thought at first that she didn't dare touch me because of my horrible mouth but the opposite was true: she was only being so careful because she didn't want to hurt me. I didn't know how to react because no one had ever touched me so tenderly, especially there. Almost everyone was disgusted by it and I think this disgust was transferred to me as a result. But everything I seemed to hate about my face, Louise seemed to love. She had never flinched or screamed at my face or my disgusting lips. When she first saw them, she had explored everything with an open curiosity. She was the first person to look at me with open acceptance.

After this happened, I noticed how my feelings became more for her. I remembered very clearly how she had also confessed her love to me then, after I had told her that I loved her. But the moment when I could hardly react was when she asked me if she could kiss me. I never thought anyone would willingly touch my lips. When she leaned in and her soft lips fell on my misshapen one, I felt complete for the first time. Then, when I was in her world, that acceptance had not diminished. Her parents accepted me and our relationship, which I found more than wonderful. And even now, at her home on the sofa with a cookie in hand, that acceptance was pervasive.

So while we watched 'Sissi', I continued to sip coffee and nibble on many more cookies. Louise would sometimes giggle when she noticed some crumbs falling. She had long since finished her coffee and rested her head comfortably on my thigh. Every now and then she would reach out with her hand to the box in which the cookies were.

"Hey," I protested half-heartedly, "those are mine."

Louise just turned her head back, stuck her tongue out at me, and looked back toward the TV. I playfully pinched her side, whereupon she squealed and squirmed on my leg. Then I felt her give me a light pinch in my belly.

"What teases, makes love, angel," she said to me.

I grinned at her, leaned down and gave her a kiss with my disgusting lips that she loved above all else. She grinned too as she kissed me and then looked ahead again. How lucky I was to have her in my life.