Christine

Chapter 7; Look With Your Heart

Christine's pov

I had finally got to sleep after a long night of just tears thinking of Erik. It's been five years since he left.

Five years! We're has the time gone?

I heard a noice it sounded like a door opening. And when I turned to see what it was, I saw my boy. "Mother!" He climed into bed with me. He must have had a nightmare.

"what is it sweetheart?" I asked with worry. He can't be sick I don't have the money to pay for a doctor.

"He was scary mother". He said.

"What man?" I asked confused.

"There was a strange man in my room, singing to me". Gustave said.

why would someone want to sing to my son in the middle of the night? Unless...

I went into his room, Gustave following close behind me. I lighteed the gas lamp but there was no one there. I looked under the bed and in the wardrobe. Nothing.

"Gustave there's no one here, it was only a dream." I tried to comfort my son but the look on my son's face.

"No mama he was real!" He said.

"Okay then what did he look like?" I asked crossing my arms.

"I don't know, I only saw the mask".

My heart stoped, my hands began to shake.

"Come on Gustave, time for bed". I said using my serious tone.

He did as I said without anymore questions I sat beside him, making shore to kiss his forehead.
As I started to sing our song.

Loves a curious thing

It often comes descised

Look at love the wrong way

It goes unrecognised

So look with your heart

And not with your eyes

The heart never lies

Believe what it feels and trust what it shows

Look with your heart and when it finds love

Your heart will be right

I started to think about Erik again. Was it him?

Learn from someone who knows

Make shore you don't forget

Love you misunderstand

Is love that you'll regret...

"Mother?" My son said pulling me away from Erik.

Gustave looked at me and started to sing he is sutch a good singer. Just like his father.

Look with you heart

And not with your eyes

The heart can't be folled

The heart is to wise

Forget what you think

Ignore what you hear

Look with you heart it always sees clear

Love is not always beautiful

Not at the start

I kissed his forehead as I sang from my heart.

But open your arms and close your eyes tight

Look with your heart

And when you find love

Your heart will be right

My son fell asleep I quietly left the room. I was going to work soon but Gustave can't know that his mother is a prostitude and has been for the last five years. I can't send him to school so I help him with reading and spelling. He's doing very well. He has Erik's blood.

It could'nt be Erik who sang to my son tonight it can't be. It was only a dream. I told Gustave almost everything about him. I feel asleep again preparing myself for what's coming next.

Erik's pov

I'm back in Paris again. I can't believe it's been five years since I left. Now everyone thinks that the so call'd 'The Phantom of the Opera' is dead. And he is, I'm not that man anymore. I'm only a man named Erik Destler who is paning for the love of his life.

I will hear her sing again and even if it only happens one time. It will be enough. And if she agrees to sing the song and to come to America with me. She does'nt have to stay. The choice is her's.

I just really hope that she's alright and that I can see her again. I know that she won't accept me with open arms no one does I just want to stay here a few days because it's going to take a lot of convinsing for her to forgive me.

I hope she will.

And how could she just go 'missing' like this? Why would she do that? She did'nt marry the vicompte she just dissapered. But I will find her, I will always find her.