Erik.
Slowly I open my eyes. The room is dimmer than usual. The candles having burnt out. Christine lays asleep beside me.
She doesn't look like she's in the most comfortable position. So I carefully ease my self up. And gently ease her into my arms. Last time I carried her she was much more brittle and fragile. Now her bones are stronger. I'm glad I helped her get in health. As quietly as I possibly can I walk to her room. I'm slower and larger, as I'm holding her horizontally. I nearly bang her head on the door frame. I lay her down. I pull the red silk covers over her. She shivers as my heat leaves her. But I pull more blanket up around her. I kiss her forehead.
I go to my own room. Now that she's no longer close to me I feel colder as well. I never thought I had a particularly warm body. But I also never thought someone as wonderful as Christine would stay with me.
I settle into my own cold hard bed. The small coffin. One of the reasons I don't sleep with Christine here is I don't want her to see my terrible coffin-bed again. I had thought it was cool, but I guess not. Speaking of coffins, we should visit her father's grave sometime.
It takes me longer to fall asleep without her to hold. But I eventually do.
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Do I Dream Again?
FanfictionAfter the events of Phantom of the Opera, Christine was left for dead by Raoul. Erik finds her, and cares for her, romance ensues. Sorry for my bad grammar and the multiple times I may have changed the tense. Also, I am not Gaston Leroux, or Andrew...
