A New Beginning

Chapter 1

(Erik's POV)
I was walking out to the store to get some more ink; I needed it to write my music. I found myself staring at a violin in front of the window of the store, and I started remembering about my angel. How I had taken her to my home, how I had sang to her and gave her singing lessons, how she sang my Don Juan with me, and lastly, how she left me for that boy. I didn't blame her for that last one, but it still made my heart shatter into a million pieces every time I remembered her and him rowing across the lake, looking back not once.

'Stop thinking about her, you will never see her again,' I muttered under my breath to myself.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a voice behind me spoke, one of an angel's, nothing less.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, someone was turning me around, and there she was; my love, my inspiration, my music, my life... my Christine.

She placed a hand on my unmasked cheek and I held it softly in place as I kissed her palm, my eyes locked on hers.

"You- You're back," I stuttered, my eyes filling with tears.

She kissed me in response. Oh that kiss, that love inside of me that burned every time she touched me; that kiss I had yearned for for so long. When she pulled back, she nodded and spoke up, "And I'm never leaving you again, I love you."

In that moment, I did something I had not done in a very long time, I smiled. I took her hand in mine and placed it on my chest, where my heart was located.

"Promise me that all you say is true," I said, my eyes still flooded with tears -so flooded that one rolled down my cheek, under my mask.

She proceeded to remove it, and I looked at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to. She looked back at me and smiled sympathetically, "You are beautiful," she stated and finally removed the white, porcelain piece from my face. With her thumb, she wiped away the tear on my cheek.

"Can we go home?" she asked, and once more, I smiled. I picked her up bridal style and carried her to my lair, which, as she stated, was now our home.