His other half

Erik was sitting in front of the black and white keys of his piano, and let out a small irritated sigh. Of course, he HAD to break an arm. This was absolutely necessary to make his life miserable for some weeks, as if he had no trouble anyway else. Not enough he is unable to work properly, but playing music is impossible as well. Thankfully, it was, at least his right hand that broke, not his left. He can still write, thank God.

He tried to hit a few notes with the three fingers on his right that the cast did not cover, but it was rather painful and slow, and that damned Doctor Bonsanté warned him to rest it as much as he can. Well, forcing his right to play maybe isn't that a good idea if he ever wants to play again. It was the second week he did not touch his piano at all and he missed it. He missed it so badly, even more than he would miss to drink, or, well, he was ashamed to admit but he was able to tolerate two weeks without Christine than two weeks without music. Christine, his dear, beloved Christine was singing for him a lot, of course, but it wasn't enough for Erik. He wanted to create music as well.

- Four more weeks or so, and Erik will be fine. - He tried to think positive about it. He placed his left hand on the keys and played the left hand part of the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, but to be honest, hearing only the bass part didn't suffice.

Christine heard noise from the music room and headed there to see her husband hitting the keys with his left, to entertain himself at least someway. She was sad to see Erik suffer and she knew well that a musician shall not face any bigger suffering than being forced to stop playing or singing - that is how she felt when she wasn't alloved to sing because of a cold. How she loathed the feeling… and she did not want Erik feel that way.

Even though she wasn't too good at musical instruments, the only thing she knew were a few piano pieces and some violin knowledge she learned from Papa Daaé in her childhood, and she did not really like to play, only sing, she decided to support Erik and make him feel a bit better.

She slipped behind his back so quickly and without making any noise, that Erik did not notice her up until the point her small and rosy fingers joined with the right hand part of the sonata, right at the point where he was at the piece. She used her right hand for him - something he could not do at this very moment. As he looked to the side to meet Christine's eye contact, he realized that the dear girl sat beside him on the piano bench and was smiling at him. She placed her left hand on his shoulder, still smiling. Erik nodded and he smiled as well, as they continued to play together.

When they finished with the movement, Erik softly said:

- Thank you Christine… you are my other half.

She also noticed tears were forming in his yellow eyes, and she added in thought: "Now I am, literally."