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Christines POV

5 YEARS LATER

"Oh my god..." I stuttered to myself as i pick up a letter. "Its from Erik."

I quickly open it, anxious to see what he wrote.

Dear Christine,

Hello. It has been many years since i have last spoken with you. I miss you. And so does Dakota. She wishes to see you as soon as possible. I hope to see you soon. We are residing at Moke Inn in Paris, France. Hope to see you soon.

Erik

"Of course!" I yelled, nearly bursting with excitment. "I will be there soon,"

*at Moke Inn.*

I walk into the building and started chatting with the receptionist. "Hello, I am here to see Erik and Dakota Destler?"

"What is your name?" he asks.

"Christine Daae,"

"Right, you may go up."

"Thank you, kind sir."

"You are very much welcome."

I nervously knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I hear Eriks thunderous voice boom from the other side of the door.

In a soft innocent voice i reply, "Christine."

He opens the door so quickly that a gust of wind makes my hair and dress billow.

We stare into each others eyes for a second. I let out a breath and collapse into his big strong arms. He cradles me and softly rocks me in his arms. Dakota comes over, "Oh hello, Mom."

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