While we are traveling to the docks, me and Erik plan our wedding. We decided to wait until we were settled in America before we got married. We planned to hold the ceremony at a small church, if we can find one. All the flowers, including my boquet, will be red roses. That's all we had so far.

        Erik was nervous that he would be caught and arrested, but I reassured him by saying that no one would recognize him. The rest of the way, we talked about his plan for when we got to America. His plan was to build a huge amusement park with tons of rides and there would be shows every day in the concert hall with the freaks of Coney Island.

        "I just need to think of a name,' Erik said.

        We both sat and pondered for a minute before I had a name. "How about Phantasma," I said.

        Erik looked at me with a look of surprise which quickly turned to amasement. "That's perfect. How did you think of that name," he asked.

        I smiled and said,"Great minds have great ideas." We both laughed.

        And then before I could stop the words, I blurted out,"Do you want kids,Erik?" I instantly regretted the words once I said them, but now I had to know his answer.

        I saw Erik tense up and took a shaky breath. "I do want kids. I just don't want them to have this," he points to his mask.

        "Erik, even if we have a kid who has your face we will love them more than anything. We will be the best parents to our child, if we have one," I tell him lovingly, but also seriously.

        He turns and gives me a kiss the cheeck before saying,"What did I do to deserve you?"

        "You deserve the best, which is someone better than me,"I say.

        Erik is about to say something, but I see the outline of a figure stumble into the street. "Erik, watch out!"

        Erik turns and stops the carriage. He turns to be and asks if I'm okay.

        "I'm fine," I answer. I see the man on the ground and tell Erik that we need to help him. So I open the door of the carriage and get out of the to see if the man is okay. Erik stands next to me as we walk towards the man who is now on the ground.

        "Sir, are you okay? We are so sorry," I say. The man turns and looks up at us and says scornfully,"Why would you be sorry,Christine?"

        We both back up away from the man. My ex-fiance. Raoul.

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