No Backward Glances

Chapter 2: A World With No More Night

December 3rd, 1882
{Erik's P.O.V}

For the first time in my life, I wake up content. I looked down & saw Christine still in a deep sleep. My breathing starts to become rugged when I realize why she's here in my bed & the fact that we're both nude. I eventually calm myself down.

"Erik." Christine moans softly in her sleep, tightening her grip around me.

"My Erik." she murmurs again with a smile on her small face.

I felt my heart skip a beat. She called me her Erik. Her Erik! I was hers! Being loved & wanted felt so good.

I gazed at her sleeping figure for about twenty minutes until I realized that she wasn't going to get up. I remembered how ill & exhausted she had looked when she walked through the door last night. I didn't get to ask her where she had been in the duration of this year but by the looks of her, I could tell it couldn't have been all that great.

As quietly & as carefully as I could, I lifted her off of me, slipped out of the bed & laid her head onto my pillow. I sighed in relief when I realized that hadn't woken her.

I don't know how but already she had started to look like her normal self again. Her hair had regained some of its curliness, her cheeks now returned to their soft pink color & the dark rings under her eyes were almost gone & with a little more rest would be completely invisible.

I sighed & gently kissed her forehead. I then went to my wardrobe to get dressed. I kept peeking over my shoulder to make sure she hadn't woken up yet, but she remained in her tranquil state of slumber. I didn't bother putting on my prosthetic or my porcelain mask. I didn't even feel like putting on my coat & the whole ensemble. So I simply just put on a shirt & trousers.

Once I had dressed, I quietly crept to the bedroom door & walked into the parlor, closing it behind me.

As I sat on the sofa I realized it was morning & I had to start thinking about what was going to happen to Christine & I. I honestly wasn't sure if she was going to stay or not. Deeply buried within my heart was the hope that she was going to stay & we could live the rest of our lives together. But the logical, more dominate part of me knew she was going to go back to the Vicomte.

As I was pondering what Christine would choose, I felt a strange feeling I hadn't felt since Christine left me a year ago. I looked over in the direction of the piano. It was covered by a white sheet. I hadn't been able to play or write music without her. But while she was here...

I nervously walked over to the piano & took off the sheet. I let my finger press down on one of the keys. As I did, I felt tears spilling out of my eyes. Christine was my muse. With her, I could do anything. Without her, I could do nothing.

For the next hour I quietly composed. But every five minutes I would check on Christine to see if she was still sleeping. I tried to write as much as I could while she was still here. This new music I was writing was the best I've ever written. But I knew in a few hours I wouldn't be able to compose anything much less this music.

Five minutes had passed so I went to go see Christine. I walked into the bedroom & gazed at her for a moment then began to walk out the bedroom door. Just then I heard her start to stir. I held back the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thank you for reading my story, I hope you're enjoying it! I'll probably be posting 1-2 times a week...or more...probably more. There were so many pheels in this chapter gaaaahhh! Will she stay? Will she go? [audience gasps] Sorry this was rather long. Please vote & comment...or don't ya know, whatever you want.