The Lady Or the Beauty

Angel or Demon

I brightened at Erik's answer and started to make my way to my room, bouncing with every step. I then realized I kind of left Erik abruptly. I made my way back to Erik and snuck up behind him and planted a kiss on his cheek. He abruptly turned being pulled out of his thoughts.

"What was that for?" He asked amused. I looked at the ground and smiled.

"For letting me write the letter to Raoul and for such a beautiful room and house for now." I said concentrating my words to my feet. When I didn't hear Erik respond, I quickly looked up. His eyes were closed and he was crying. I was completely surprised by this.

"Erik! What's wrong?" I asked as I put myself into his arms. He instinctively wrapped them tighter around me. He let out a sob.

"Christine...You are the most beautiful angel in the kingdom of heaven. Why am I, a demon, allowed to even look at you?"

"Erik, I am no angel and you are no demon. Please don't call yourself that. I am only Christine and you are only Erik. I will eventually die like everyone else. I will rot like everyone else, and I will no longer have my beauty. It's the soul that counts and Erik, your soul, though I have not seen it clearly, is beautiful." I said as I buried deeper into his arms.

Erik looked down at me and kissed my hair.

"Christine...I love you. I would die for you any day. You will always be beautiful to me, whether in a coffin or alive. You have changed my life and I will love you till the day I die and beyond."

We stood embraced for what seemed like forever and I didn't want it to end. All of the sudden, it felt as my head was hit with a sledgehammer. I collapsed in Erik's arms and he tried to support me. He gently laid me down on the ground and went to get help. I stopped him though. I grabbed his arm as went to leave.

"Erik. Don't leave." The room was spinning before my eyes. It went faster and faster. I became dizzy and nauseous. I felt as though I was falling through oblivion. I then vomited. Right on Erik. Never have I been so humiliated and I began to cry. The room stopped spinning. There was me sprawled on the ground covered in throw up and Erik next to me covered in my throw up.

"I-I'm so sorry" I sobbed over and over.

"Shhhhh it's alright Christine" Erik said overs and over trying to comfort me. He called a maid and had her bring me to the bathroom to wash up. Erik himself left to wash up. After I was done, I was laid in bed to rest. Erik came in clean and refreshed. I tried to apologize again, but he pressed a finger to my lips and refused to let me apologize.

"It's not your fault. You couldn't have helped it even if you tried to. I'm going to call a doctor."

"No! Don't call a doctor! I'm fine! It's probably just the flu. Please. I'll just rest." I said with my eyes full of pleading. Erik gave in and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Get better" he said before he left the room.

"I'll try" I squeaked out just as he left. I let my head sink into the pillow. What was wrong with me?