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Erik waited until everything grew silent. He had listened to Meg explaining to the crowd that he was dead and listened to their retreating footsteps. Slowly, cautiously, he stepped out of the mirror. Everything was calm, as it was before any of this had happened, save for the smashed mirrors. Tears streamed down his face again.

He knew the compensation he gave Meg would never be enough to repay them for their kindness. But it was the closest he could get. Slowly, he went up to Meg's…his room and went inside. He realized now that, with her gone, he didn't have to use the spare bedroom anymore. He was sad that he had lost Christine, Meg, and Antoinette in the same night.

He walked over to the bed and saw the food and water that was left on it, now going bad. He had forgotten about it. He had rushed Meg to the boat and totally forgot the reason why he was in the room in the first place as he had watched her draw that picture of him. He took that drawing out from his pocket again and looked at it. Besides his mask, no one had ever given him a gift before. True, she was trying to hide it away but he thought he had a right to own it, as it was drawn on his paper with his pencil about him without his permission.

There were a lot of things he never realized about Meg. She was as talented at drawing as Christine was at singing. Erik remembered the first time he had seen Little Meg. She was only two and she was such a happy child, and Antoinette looked young and happy too. Erik thought of the way he had treated Meg and shuddered, in spite of himself. How could he have been so cruel? Antoinette, with her loving nature, had always been there for him, even from the beginning when he was in that terrible circus.

"She saw my loneliness," Erik said to himself, "Shared in my emptiness. No one would listen. No one but her. Hurt as the outcast feels."

Erik put the drawing on the wall of his room. Unlike the sketches he had drawn of Christine, this one was more special and deserved to be put in a special place. When he was done, he looked at it and smiled a little.

"You may end up counting for something," Erik said, "but not by much. You're a Giry."

That's it. I hope you enjoyed the story that I had originally intended to be a one-shot. Thanks for following and reviewing and stuff!