Warning: Extremely short, but somewhat cute :)
|| 3rd Person POV ||
Despite the absolute chaos backstage, the audience was completely quiet.
Erik was frantically trying to comfort Christine, but at the same time, wanted to find the King-who had mysteriously disappeared in the midst of intermission.
Christine was fine, as the gunshot hadn't hit her, but she was extremely shaken up.
"Erik, you don't understand. This could be the end of us. They're going to kill me! You can't let me go on...Erik please!" Christine sobbed, pulling Erik by the collar of his shirt.
"Christine, darling it's going to be alright. You just need to calm down and listen to me. I'm here. I promise."
"Just hold me, please. At least until the curtains open for Act Three."
Erik nodded in agreement. The last thing he wanted was to think of his darling Christine alone when the King was lurking about.
What if the King, or Landon, did kill Christine? Landon would certainly do worse than whatever the King had planned. What if this was the last time that he ever got to hold her?
"Christine?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I know, Erik."
"A lot."
"I love you more, my darling."
"I love you most, my Angel."
