deal with the DEVIL

9.

Christine and I made the pancakes and a berry sauce to put on top of them. I watched her and couldn't help put notice she was perfect. Her skin had no blemishes. Perfect porcelain. Her hair shined bright and had no fly-aways. The curls were perfect to matter what. Her eyes were brighter, clearer.
She was always beautiful to me, but something was different and I couldn't help but think if it was because of what I had done.
"Do you feel different?"
I ask softly as we eat.
"No... I mean a tad. I feel as if I'll never need caffeine again. I have this energy. It's unexplainable!"
She smiles.
"Probably from..."
"Mmm.."
She nods. How were we going to talk about this.
"How did you do it?"
"Later Christine. Perhaps tomorrow."
I mumble. She nods.
"I understand... Erik? How are you going to give me lessons?"
She asks softly. My eyes widen.
"I'm not sure you need them. Everything about you is perfect. Like an angel. Your voice might be just as perfect. Don't you feel it?"
I ask.
"We'll try it on the piano after breakfast..."
"Alright."
I sigh and look at the food. I could never sing with Christine again. Don Juan triumphant could never happen again. And I knew she loved when I sang Point of No Return
"Erik?"
She peeped, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Have you tried to sing?"
I look at her and sigh.
"There's no point, he told me I wouldn't be able to."
"What do you think will happen?"
"Nothing. No voice at all."
I murmur.
"Or..."
She mumbled.
"You'll sound like Piangi."
I laughed as she said that.
"I wouldn't mind so much... As long as I could hear you sing."
I look at her my eyes starting to glaze over.
"Christine. You don't mean that."
I whisper.
"You used to tell me I had the most heavenly voice and to say that you didn't mind if I sounded like-like a cat having its tail stepped on-"
"Erik I do mean it. The passion is what I love most."
She smiled.
"God. I love you."
"And I you."