My Name is What?

Understanding

Erik's POV
I stepped through the magic in front of me. What could this young girl possibly show me? The blue light disappeared and I was brought to a hospital window, a very strange hospital I might add. The tools and technology was something I've never seen before. I looked into the window and saw a baby, a name tag above her head with 'Delilah Noelle' written.

This is Delilah's past? Why would she need to show me this?

I continued along the corridor and every window showed a new scene. I saw the fights, the abuse Delilah endured from her parents. I learned quickly that each was a different stage of Delilah's life. Every piece of her life I saw, the more I felt guilt. For such a young girl, she experienced so much hate and hardship. All she wanted was love and compassion from others, and when it wasn't given to her she went to music.

Just like me.

A new window I approached I see her walk through a strange hallway of a theater. The show the theater showed a poster that frightened me because of the story-line and characters. Was it supposed to be me? Was I not a real person? Was my life written out for me? I pushed those questions aside so I could continue seeing what I was watching.

Then, I recalled the night I brought an odd girl one night, very long ago, from a secret passage. The passage held a secret only Giry and I knew about. I hadn't realized it was Christine until now because that night I hadn't seen her face.

So that means, Christine and Delilah are the same person.

Damn! I'm such a fool! I should have known this. Continuing watching the year Christine lived, her beatings from Raoul and my disappearing put her into a depression. A dark and deep one, and I was one of the reasons. I still had more questions about this entire situation, but now I owe Christine an apology.

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The images faded and I was brought back to the room where everyone was. I looked around and I quickly became dizzy. I sat down on the couch and Delilah and Christine unhooked their hands to sit down with me. All three women had their eyes on me, but I stayed silent until I could process everything I just saw.

"You are the same person?" I questioned, finally looking up at Delilah. She and Christine nodded.

"Yes, we are," Delilah answered.

"Why? I still don't understand that," I said. I notice that Delilah spoke more, she must be the one to have made this be.

 "Christine and I, well we are all, in the cross between our lives. The musical, or opera to help you understand, is a connection to Christine's conscience. I loved and breathed that show, because I connected spiritually and mentally towards it. I loved knowing that I wasn't the only one living a life like this. When I met Hal, Kaley, and Jeremy, the told me of that hallway that lead to a new world. An old world, they warned of me getting stuck in the past. I knew I had to go in there. There was a life I was going to begin, where I would finally find happiness. I became Christine, where yes I experienced grief and challenges still, only this time I had others around me. I met you, and instantly fell in love. That show, was only an outline for what I wanted my future to be. It in no way means you don't exist or your life was written out for you. That secret passage has always been a cross between the past and the future, and it waited eighteen years for the right person to walk through and close it."

I sat there, astonished by what I heard, and learning that the girl I held such a great passion and love for, loved me back. I felt a single tear escape, and slowly roll down my cheek. Christine hesitantly stood up and sat next to me on the couch. She wiped away the tear, with her soft and shaking hands. It only wanted me to cry more, but I swallowed down the tears and took her hands into my own. 

"Christine," I barely choked out, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry about everything. For your difficult life as Delilah, life with Raoul, my unlawful and horrible murders I've committed, and for not believing you. You really do love me, and I should have seen that all along." 

I lightly placed my hand on her tear stained cheek and looked into her beautiful green eyes. Her crying made them an even deeper color and I could get lost in them for hours.

She didn't say anything, quickly and hastily, she grabbed my face and brought me into a kiss. A kiss I wish I could give more passion in, but we had two other people in the room.

"I love you Erik, I really do." She whispered, I continued to look at her and with every once of strength in me I said, "Christine, I love you."

A/N: This story is almost over and wow I honestly can't believe it. The amount of reads it's gotten so far is just amazing and I would've never imagined it. I think this is my favorite chapter so far, happy reading to everyone!