I think I ended this chapter pretty well. The song I am using is called "Smother Me" by the Used. I don't own it too. ;) I was originally going to end the story here, but I decided against that. I want to continue with some of their life together and I know where to end it now. :) I hate short fanfictions that end it at sweet spots. They bother me.

If you read this, I demand you review it. Pweeze. :)

Love

Kim-Macafee

Christine's POV:

Madame Giry was quick to get me medical assistance. I had never really broken a bone before and I hoped to never break one again. I had sprung my ankle pretty badly during one rehearsal many years ago, but it didn't even compete with this. Nadir spoke with Erik mostly in another room, leaving Madame Giry and I alone.

"I'm so very sorry about this, Christine. Today was supposed to be your's and Erik's day," she said sadly. This made me feel guilty.

"It's my fault for his anger, Madame. I deserved it. I ruined his moment to shine. Everyone saw how absolutley wonderful he is! But, I had to do the most stupid thing ever and betray him again," I responded. She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Is that what Erik told you? That you betrayed him?" she asked, making me nod. "You did not ruin his opera. He cut his character and sang to you, not Amnita, but you. You wouldn't have done anything at all if he hadn't begun to sing to you."

"But he was being sweet to me, Madame. He was singing how he loves me, yet, I had to show him to all of Paris," I told her.

"Christine, don't you think you had a reason for taking his mask off deep down?" Madame Giry asked me while continuing to bandage hand and wrist. Oh, it hurt so bad...

The pain from my wrist was even more intense because of the pain in my heart. Why would I do such an evil thing to Erik? Was it out of revenge for ignoring me for so long and not letting me know that he was still alive...or was it something different? My mind couldn't find an answer for the longest time. Madame Giry would look at me every once in a while as I thought. Finally, it dawned on me.

"Madame Giry, is it because I wanted to talk to him personally?"

"I don't know, child. I cannot answer that for you. Surely you would be able to wait til you were offstage to speak to him privately," Madame Giry suggested.

That was food for thought.

"I needed...and I wanted to grab his attention. I wanted to get him to realize that I am here. Of course--Madame...when I tell him that normally, he doesn't listen..." Saying this outloud actually made me angry to think about.

"Basically, Erik is a man of extremes, and you realized that you needed to take one to make him realize that you are not his imagination. You are right, Christine. Completley correct. I am proud of you for realizing this," she told me and finished up my wrist. Madame Giry completley read my mind. "I know it is infuriating to deal with, Christine. But you must realize that this is Erik, he has been shunned from love for so long and he doesn't know how to deal with it. You must be patient with him. I feel that you two are truly meant for each other.''

"I hope you're right...I really hope you're right," I prayed.

"You know, Christine, the audience absolutley loved Don Juan. They were raving about it as they left, I heard them. When you two disappeared, they were just...amazed the whole production. It was different. Paris has never seen something like Don Juan. Congratulations."

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I needed to talk to Erik. Nadir came out of his room and sighed.

"Give him just one minute, Miss Daae," he suggested with a small smile. "We had a very deep talk. I feel that it is time for you two to talk as well. You need it."

I nodded and took in huge breathe. I knew Nadir was right, but I also feared that our deep talk would lead to something that I would dread.

Madame Giry seemed to notice that I was distressed, "It's okay. We'll still be out here if you need us."

I offered her a slight smile and began to head towards Erik's room. He was lying on a small bed, with his face hid behind his knees and arms. I could also see his messy head of hair. My heart broke at this image. This was not the horrid Phantom people were so terrified of, not at all. He looked more like a small boy that just needed a hug.

He heard me close the door and looked up quickly. I stood right by the exit, afraid to move. His eyes were red and streaks covered his cheeks. I was willing to give him the biggest hug he'd ever receive right now. I would squeeze the life out of him, even if it would make my arm hurt.

"I apologize for what I did to your wrist...p-please forgive me, C-Christine. Sometimes my...t-temper gets the better of m-me," he stuttered, sounding very uncomfortable and nervous. "It just...it reminded me of how I am a m-m-monster..."

"You are not a monster, Erik. No matter how hard you try, you will never be a monster," I assured him quietly. He frowned and buried his head once more. I took this as a sign to comfort him. I sat down in front of him and rubbed his arm with the hand that wasn't wrapped up. This made him sob more.

"Erik, I don't want to have to hide my feelings anymore," I began. He misunderstood this and began to cry even harder, becoming almost hysterical.

Before I could protest, Erik said "I un-derstand, C-Christine! I...I l-love you. With every fiber in my b-body, I absolutley l-love you. I l-love you so much that I'll let you g-g-go...."

I gasped at this and began to say, "No, no, no, no! Never, Erik!" I kissed everything I could: his full head of hair, his arms, even his shins. "Erik, I am not going to leave you. I wouldn't even be able to force myself away from you. Never. What I was going to say is that--I love you too and I'm tired of hiding that. I know, I did a terrible thing to you tonight and you shouldn't ever forgive me for that. But, I realized Erik that I needed to grab your attention and let you know that I am real. I am here, Erik. You are the only person I want to be with till the day I die, whether you like it or not."

He kissed me passionately on the mouth. Oh, it felt like heaven! I responded instantly and began to kiss him back. Erik wrapped his arms around me carefully.

He pulled back (making me pout) and said, "If I hurt your wrist, tell me as soon as it hurts. I am tired of putting you in pain. No more."

I nodded and grinned, then automatically locked lips with him again. At last, we were finally together. I prayed to the Lord that we would never be seperated again.

This time, I pulled away and looked at him. He was still unmasked, but his eyes sparkled. I could drown in his eyes.

Suddenly, a song came to mind.

Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time
Surely you can take some comfort
Knowing that you're mine
Just hold me tight, lay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time

"Oh, Christine..."

I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face for the rest of
my days
Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you smother me?

Then Erik begin to respond to my song.

Let me be the one who never leaves
You all alone
I hold my breath and lose the feeling
That I'm on my own
Hold me too tight stay by my side
and let me be the one who calls you
Baby all the time

Now we began to sing together.

I found my place in the world
Could stare at your face for the rest of
my days
Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you smother me?

Erik sang again now.

When I'm alone time goes so slow
I need you here with me
and how my mistakes have made
Your heart break
Still I need you here with me

Of course, I had to answer him.

Baby, I'm here.

We sang in unison once more. Our voices blended together.

Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you smother me?

Now I can breathe, turn my insides out
and Smother me
Warm and alive I'm all over you
would you smother me?

We laid down together on Erik's bed. I snuggled into his side while his arm held me carefully. He made sure not to touch my broken wrist.

Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time

Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time

Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time

I finished the song as we both began to close our eyes.

Let me be the one who calls you baby
All the time