It has been weeks since Christine last saw her Angel of Music. Three weeks to be exact.

Christine has not yet married Raoul. Although she does live in the same home as him, just different bedrooms. She could have been married to him by now but she keeps putting it off, saying they should wait. The real reason being is that Raoul, has changed.

He was no longer the childhood sweetheart that she remembered. Now that he thinks he had won against the Phantom, his true colors begun to appear. Rude, controlling, annoying, abusive, and a drunk. Raoul will not allow her to leave the house, All windows must be shut, covered and locked. As well as all the doors. She was nothing but his prisoner, pretty much. He was nothing like he used to be.

Christine never forgot her Angel of Music, actually her mind never leaves him. Wondering how he is, what became of him or even does he think about her as well. She will never admit that to Raoul of course. To be quite frank, Christine didn't want to marry him any more. She was unhappy and miserable.

It was as if God had read her mind and heard her silent plea for help. Along with disapproving with how she was being treated.

A week later Raoul had gone out to drink. He didn't return home that night. The next thing Christine knew, is for some reason the police were knocking at her front door.

Opening the door replied, "Hello, Monsieur's."

"Ms. Daae?" The first man asked.

"Yes, that's me."

The second man sighed and replied "Your fiancée ma'am, died a few hours ago."

Covering her mouth asked, "What? What happened?" Hoping that they didn't catch on to her false depression.

"He was drunk ma'am, while crossing the road he spooked a nearby horse. The horse along with it's carriage ran him over, killing him. From what we can gather he died instantly." The first man replied.

"We are very sorry for your loss miss. We shall leave you alone now."

Christine nodded and shut the door. Turning her back against the door, she placed her heart over her heart and smiled. Feeling no sorrow.

Raoul's funeral was held two days later. Christine wore a black dress along with some faked tears.

The next following day, Christine went out for a walk. Put some fresh air into her lungs. The walk and open air felt great.

"Christine?" She heard off in the distance. Looking around she spotted her caller.

"Madame Giry, it's so nice to see you again." Christine said with a smile.

"Oh Christine, I was about ready to give up hope on seeing you again." She replied while giving Christine a hug.

"Raoul wouldn't let me leave the house, I've been inside this whole time. Basically a prisoner, I'm so happy to get some fresh air. Is something wrong?" Christine asked seeing the worried expression on her face.

"Yes as a matter of fact. Please come with me, I need to speak with you in private."

"Alright, lead the way." Christine said just before following her, although she couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Madame Giry lead her to the Opera house. It then hit Christine, what could very well be wrong. Something to do with him; The Angel of Music.

Once in the room Christine asked, "What's wrong? It's him isn't? That's why you wanted to talk privately and also that's why you brought me here to the Opera house."

"You always have been a bright one Christine. Yes it is, he's really sick Christine...He has been ever since you left. When you did he gave up on everything, including his health. I've tried to take care of him, but he wont let me. He refuses to eat, he can't even walk on his own now. I believe he wants to die, Christine." Madame Giry sighed before continuing, "Christine he calls for you constantly, in his sleep and also when he thinks I'm not listening." She finished explaining.

Christine sat down in shock, "I don't think he will accept my help either, once he actually sees me." She said honestly.

"Yes he will, Please help him Christine? He will let you I know he will...I know because he still loves you more than anything else."

Hearing this made the tears come forth, she loved him as well so much that it hurt. Nodding she replied "Alright, I will be more than happy to help him. I'll go to the kitchen and make him some soup. If he's that weak he wouldn't be able have solids."

"Thank you dear" Madam Giry said, Christine nodded and left the room.

An hour later Christine returned with some soup. "I'm ready" She said with a warm smile.

It didn't take them very long to get there, the way they took was quite fast. Arriving Christine walked to the bedroom, her Angel was fast asleep in his swan bed.

"I'll wait till he wakes up, sleep is one of the best medicines there is." Christine whispers to Madame Giry.

"He should be up soon anyways, I must return to the girls now. I can't thank you enough for this." Madame Giry replied.

"There is no need to thank me, I'm happy too." Christine answered while looking back at Erik.

She stared at Christine's gaze and smiled "You love him don't you child?"

"Yes, I did when I was here last." She said as a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Then why did you leave him?"

"Because he didn't love me enough to come after me, or at least it seemed that way. He couldn't see the love in my eyes when I tried to show him while at playing Don Juan. He couldn't see it after I kissed him...It took all that I had to go up those stairs and into that room to give him back that ring. He said he loved me, but I wanted him to show me. If I didn't do that...he wouldn't be like this."

"Christine, don't blame yourself. Be strong child and be here for him now, he will come around."

"I will."

Madame Giry left and Christine went to go sit beside her Angel. Taking her hand and gently gliding it over his face, he smiled in his sleep. Once she removed her hand he started to toss and turn. Taking a closer look at him, she could see how thin he has become. He no longer looked like the man she once knew, nothing left of him.

Taking his hand into her own, she brought it up to her lips. Kissing it she said "I'm so sorry Angel, it's all my fault...I promise you I will make you better again. I promise." She said as the tears fell.

Half an hour later, he woke up. "Hello Angel, it's great to see you awake. Will you eat something for me?" She asked sweetly.

Erik gave a slow weak nod.

"Thank you, can I help you sit up?"

He gave another nod and she smiled. Christine brought the food over and helped him sit up. She placed her hand on the back of his neck to help support him. Slowly she feed him his dinner, and gave him drinks of water.

'Poor man, he's so weak and out of it that he can't fully recognize me. He must recognize my touch though because he's allowing me to do all this.' She thought to herself as she fed him.

When he finished eating, she gently laid him back down in the bed. He quickly grabbed ahold of her wrist and she giggled "Don't worry Angel, I'm not going anywhere." She said gently.

"Let me take care of your tray and I will give you back my hand." She promised him, slowly he released her. She put the tray aside and as promised gave him her hand.

Madame Giry came back a couple hours later to see how everything was going. Christine smiled and placed a finger over her mouth, she nodded. Walking over to Christine she whispered in her ear, " How is everything?"

"Great, he finished all his food and water" Christine explained.

"See he needs you Christine, and I believe you need him too."

"You're right Madame Giry, I can't tell you how happy I am just to be sitting here and taking care of him."

Madame Giry patted her shoulder, "I'll take these dishes and bring him some more at breakfast."

"If you're not busy, could you bring him some more now? There's almost nothing left of him, he needs all the food he can get."

"I'll be right back then" She said with an honest smile.

"Thank you" Christine replied as Madame Giry left.

After a little bit Madame Giry came back with another bowl of soup, some bread and cheese. Along with another pitcher of water, with some tea bags. Christine thanked her and she left.

He woke up a few times through the night, to eat and drink.

This continued for the next two weeks. Now he started to look like he did before, one more week and he should be back to normal.

"Christine?" Erik said weakly, clearly with a dry throat.

"Hello, so you're finally fully awake." She said with a smile.

"Is that really you? Am I dreaming?"

She gently shook her head and replied, "No Angel this is no dream. I've been here at your bedside for two weeks now, taking care of you."

"Would you like a drink? It will help your dry throat and make it easier to talk." Christine offered him.

He nods while trying his best to sit up on his own, but sadly he couldn't succeed. The sight broke Christine's heart, "Here let me help you."

After helping him sit up she gives him the glass. "Here lets see if you have the strength to do it on your own." She encouraged him. He did it, "It's great to see you improving. In no time you'll be able to sit up on your own, and then we can get you to walk."

"Thank you" He replied honestly.

Christine smiled again "You're welcome Angel."

"Christine, can I touch you? Just to convince myself this is no dream. It's too good to be true." He asked her not knowing what to believe, she nods and bent down closer to him. He takes his hand and touches her face. "Oh Christine, I thought that I'd never see you again. I'm so happy, but...why would you come back to help me?"

"Because I care about you." She answered simply.

"You really care about me?"

"Yes I do." She replied with a smile upon her face.

Erik sighed, "I can imagine your lover doesn't approve of that, or that you're here with me." As a tear fell he added "You should go before I get you into trouble..."

"It's alright Angel, Raoul died two weeks ago. I came here the day after his funeral. I'm not going to be in any trouble." Christine said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I'm sorry" He said simply.

"Don't be it's alright, I'm not heart broken over it." She gave him a quick smile, "He changed quite a bit after we left; became very rude, controlling, abusive, annoying and above all a drunk. He wasn't the same person I once knew, when he thought that he had won against you for my heart, his true colors showed themselves."

Hope filled his eyes and his heart, "What do you mean?"

She caressed his face and said "That's a conversation for another time, you need rest."

"I'm alright, for now please...I need to know" Erik begged.

Christine lowered her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Not now, Angel. I'll tell you when you're back to normal." Sitting up she added, "The more you want to know, the more determined you will be to heal, meaning the more progress you will make."

"Promise?" He asked her, he didn't want to argue. He feared that if he did, she would leave and not come back.

"Yes I promise you that. Now I will be right back, I'm going to the kitchen and get you more food." She said while standing up and grabbing his tray.

"No, I'm alright, please just stay with me?" He asked while holding out his hand for hers.

Placing the tray back down she gladly accepted his hand and said. "Alright Angel, I'll stay."

"Thank you Christine. Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"Of course, what is it?" Christine answered

"Will you come sit beside me, in the bed? Please"

She nods while gently taking her hand back, she walks over to the other side and gets in the bed.

"Where's my mask?" He asked just realizing it was off.

"It's over there" she pointed in the direction, "Please though, don't put it on."

"I thought you feared my horrid face"

She shook her head "No, it was never your face that I feared. It was your temper that I feared." She said while touching that side of his face to prove it .

Erik had a look of amazement and shock on his face, then smiled and nodded. 'Even now her touch still calms me, relaxes me. Makes my heart come alive once more. How have I longed to feel her touch once more' He thought to himself.

"Thank you" Christine said with the sweetest smile Erik has ever seen. Taking his hand he rubbed the side of her face, making her relax under his touch. He was happy to see that he still had this effect on her.

"Christine...I love you" He said to her again.

"I know you do Angel" She said sweetly.

He started to drift off to sleep then, Christine gently laid him down. As she went to get up he grabbed her wrist again, looking back at him he said "Sleep with me?"

She gave him a confused look, "It can't be comfortable sleeping in that chair, and I would like it if you would."

"Alright then" She said while climbing back into the bed and laying down beside him. He rolled onto his side and brought his arm around Christine. She did the same with him, they both happily went to sleep.

A week later just as Christine thought, he looked like he had before. He could now sit up on his own, and also eat on his own. He was progressing very well.

"Let's try to walk today" Christine said trying to encourage him. "Don't worry I'll help you."

Erik nods and Christine takes his legs, bringing them over the bed. "Okay, hold onto me" She instructed, she put him into a hug position and lifted him up.

"There you go, you want to try it on your own now?"

"Alright" He answered, she slowly let go of him and he started to lose balance. Quickly grabbing him again she said "It's okay, we are making great progress. Soon you will be up and walking around in no time."

"Thank you Christine"

"For what Angel?" She asked having no clue as to why he was thinking her.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have died. You have helped me so much and continue to help me, I can't thank you enough."

"You're more than welcome, I'm happy that I was able to come and help you."

"Is there something I could do for you?" He asked wanting some way to repay her.

Christine thought for a moment, "Sing to me?"

"What would you like to hear?"

"Something of yours." Christine said with an excited look on her face.

"Help me to my organ?"

"Of course, hold on to me." He did as she asked, and they slowly walked down the stairs and over to his composing area. Erik sat down on the bench and began to play and sing Music Of The Night for her.

When he finished singing he looked over at Christine, her eyes were saying something he couldn't quite catch but she certainly was happy.

"Thank you, it was beautiful Angel." Christine said to him, she was so happy. It seemed like forever ago that she had felt this happy.

"You're welcome...would you sing a song with me?"

"I'd like that very much, it has been awhile though."

"You'll be great Christine."

"Okay then what would you like to sing?"

"You'll see" He said as he started to play, Christine couldn't help but giggle.

She started to sing: "In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came, That voice which calls to me and speaks my name...And do I dream again? For now I find, The Phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind."

After they had finished, Christine had tears of joy now, she had missed singing terribly and missed his voice as well. "Thank you, I had a lot of fun."

"No need to thank me Christine, I had fun as well."

"Well I see neither of you have lost your talents" They heard a voice say from behind them.

They both looked over their shoulders and saw that it was Madame Giry. "It's good to see you out of bed again" She said looking at Erik.

"Well if it wasn't for Christine's help I'd still be there, dead probably." He said looking at Christine, and she smiled.

"Let's walk back so you can eat" Christine said while helping Erik to his feet. Erik tripped making Christine fall down, their lips meet and for a quick second they shared a small kiss.

"Christine...I'm sorry" He said as his heart was beating so fast he could hardly breathe. "Please forgive me?"

Erik looked so sad, he was mad at himself for what he had done. Trying his hardest, he held back from kissing her again, searching on her face for any sign of forgiveness. Not believing his eyes, Christine moved forward to kiss him again. Gladly taking the opportunity he kissed her with everything he had. Both of them were breathing hard now.

"We should get you back" She said while standing them both up, "Okay now take it easy, small slow steps" They slowly made it up to his bedroom, she sat him down on the edge of the bed.

Madame Giry followed behind them, handing the tray to Christine. "Here you go" Christine said to Erik.

"Oh, I almost forgot" Madame Giry said while reaching into her pocket. "Here Christine, I checked your mail for you, this is all there was."

"Thank you" Christine replied while taking the letter. While she read the letter the other's stared at her.

"It's from Raoul's sister, she wants to come and get his belongings." She looked over at Erik, "I have to go now for a bit. I need to meet up with her, the letter gave todays date. For all I know she is probably there right now."

She could see the frightened look on his face and tears start to form. "Don't worry Angel, I'll return. I'm not leaving for good."

"You did once...how can I be sure?" He asked her, his heart was ripping in two all over again.

"Because I gave you my word, you need to trust me." Christine said gently. Erik just looked down to the ground, he didn't know what to say.

Gently she turned his head back towards her, "Please believe me Angel, I will return to you as soon as I can."

He nodded "Just know that you're taking my heart with you..." Erik said as a tear escaped his eye. Christine reached up and wiped the tear away, "I'll take good care of it, I promise."

They gave each other a hug and she left.

Christine returned late into the night, Erik was fast asleep in his bed. She could see that his face was stained from all the tears he shed. Walking over she gently rubbed his face. He instantly woke up.

"Christine, you did come back" he said with a smile.

"Of course I did, I told you I would. I know it's late, I'm sorry, but I thought you would like it if I woke you up." She apologized.

"Yes, thank you. Come to bed." He said to her, she added "Yes we can talk in the morning."

Well when morning came around he did not like what she had to say.

"Why?" was all he asked.

"Well, I almost need too now that Raoul's gone. I still have things that I need to pay for." Christine tried to explain.

"You don't need a job, you can move down here...with me..." He offered.

"Well Angel to be honest I think I already did" She said with a giggle.

"Then why do you need a job?"

"Angel, your worried about me returning or not again aren't you? That's what this is all about, am I right?"

She hit it dead on, he was afraid. He gave a guilty expression, "I can see by that look that I'm right, I will return to you every single day. Trust me Angel." She pleaded with him.

"When do you start work?" Erik asked her

"Tomorrow, how about this. When I earn enough money to pay off everything, I will quit it. I should only need it for a month at the most."

"Alright then Christine, I trust you. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"Well I'm pretty much back to my normal self now, will you tell me what you meant before?"

Christine smiled and nodded "I love you, to be honest I thought you would have figured it out by now."

"What?" Erik said in shock and amazement.

Tears started coming down her face like a waterfall, but she couldn't lie to him she had to answer. "I love you Erik, I tried showing you that but you still sent me away."

"How?"

"Didn't you see it in my eyes after you sang me that piece of a song, when I ripped off your mask? Didn't you feel it in the kisses we shared? Or see it in my eyes after it?" Taking a deep breath she continued. "Didn't you see how hard it was for me to give you back that ring, yes you did say that you loved me. I thought for sure you were going to run after me and take me off the boat, into your arms. Didn't you notice when I started singing that song I was looking a YOU and not him? Didn't you? I wanted you to come after me."

Christine stood up, "I'm sorry Angel, I should have chosen better words."

"No, your right. I should have paid more attention, if I would have done that...you would have stayed and married me?"

"Yes I would have" she answered simply.

Erik looked deep into her eyes and saw exactly what she was talking about, she loved him. "Christine, do you still love me enough to marry me? Will you marry me?"

"Yes I do and I will" She replied happily. They pulled each other into a long and passionate kiss. When they pulled apart He reached behind him and pulled out the ring from before and placed it on her finger.

"We need to talk to Madame Giry, so she can send for a priest." Christine said to him, "Yes that we do." Erik agreed.

When Madame Giry arrived they told her everything, she was so happy for the both of them, they can finally now be happy.

The next day she returned again and said that the priest will be here the 1st.

By the end of the month Erik was walking like normal. Today was going to be Christine's last day of work he was so excited to see her.

She arrived in no time at all, he picked her out of the boat and spun her around. "It's so good to see you home, I love you" He said after kissing her like crazy. "I love you too and it's good to be home. I have something for you." Christine said while pulling an envelope out of her pocket. "Happy Birthday!"

Opening it he saw a piece of paper, in shock he looked at her. "Is this the reason you needed that job?" She nods her head yes.

It was the deed to the opera house, she had bought it for him. "All you have to do is sign your name on it and it's yours" Christine said.

"You know you didn't have to lie to do this" He stated.

"Yes I did, if I would have told you this you would have shot the idea down right then and there, and the other half was true I did need to earn the money. I am sorry I lied though, forgive me?"

"Always my sweet Christine, always. I can't believe it, thank you so much"

"No need to thank me, my love."

After it was signed and the Opera house was officially Erik's.

"So are you ready for tomorrow?" Erik asked her looking deep into her eyes.

"I am more than ready, I can't believe its almost here."

"Neither can I"

They were married that next day, and ready to start a new life together forever.