The pic up above is nearly perfect but this scene takes place at night time!

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Christine

I was backstage, receiving a lot of praise and flowers. I kept blushing each time a little ballet girl came up to me and gave me flowers or gushed at how amazing I was.

Reyer had stiffly given his approval, yet there was fear behind his eyes.  

Meet me on the rooftop

His voice called. 

I ran toward the staircase, not thinking of anything else or seeing the figure that raced after me. 

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I waited on the rooftop, with my hands on the bars, staring out at the night sky.

When would my Angel come?

Why wasn't he here yet?

"Nice night, eh?" A voice said from behind. That was not the voice of my Angel.

Raoul stood beside me.

"Oh, Yes...." I replied softly.

"Not as beautiful as you though..." Raoul turned to face me.I went bright red. 

"Oh, thank you..."

"Why are you so distant?what happened to my Little Lotte?" He looked seriously at me

"Um, well, You see...." I tried.

"Well, what happened? Why do you not like me anymore?" He demanded.

"I do like you! It's just well, um..." I tried again.

Raoul was shoved roughly aside and there stood Erik.

What had taken him so long?!

He scooped me into his arms, and started walking back towards the Opera house, despite Raoul's frantic cries.

"LET HER GO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, LET HER GO!!!"

Erik ignored him, pressing his lips against my ear, "Come, my darling. Come home with me."

Erik's POV

I carried Christine  through the Angel's passage way and inside the dark tunnel. "You were wonderful tonight." I said softly, caressing her lovely curls. "Thank you." She replied. "You looked so defiant earlier, it was so amusing!" I couldn't help laughing, she really had looked so cute standing there with her arms crossed and this little smirk on her face! My sweet, defiant, wonderful Christine! 

"Well, I knew you would not hurt anyone, not really..So there was nothing to fear." Then she burst into a giggle fit. "What?" I asked, tilting her chin up. "I thought it was hilarious that you made Carlotta croak like a frog! Was that you throwing you voice?" She inquired. "No, throat spray works wonders, no?" I grinned at her. "She deserved what you did to her, so long as it wears off....It does wear off, right?" She looked at me worriedly. "...Eventually it will wear off." I trailed. She giggled again. 

I loved her giggle.

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"I need you, Christine." I said softly.

"As your eternal muse and sister figure?" What was that edge to her voice? Was that....Dejection? 

No, It couldn't possibly...

 " I need u, beside me..." I murmured, stroking her face and hair. 

How were my arms not tired, I had been carrying her for ever so long...Hmm...

 "Why?" She asked, pulling me from my musings. I would forever be servant to her voice. All of her, actually!

 "I don't know how to tell you, Christine....I want to wait, till you say that you will spend your days with me...." I paused, holding my breath. Should I say this...?

"Christine, Do you love me?"  There, I said it. No taking it back now...

"I-I..." She faltered. 

"You don't, do you?" I sighed, a little crestfallenly. Or  Heartbrokenly, that, too, is of apt description for how I felt. 

"I-I..." She stuttered again.

"No matter, I shall make you care, If it's the last think I do! I'll try and change your feelings, even if it is the last thing I ever do!" I exclaimed, setting her down. 

"Erik....Can you pick me up again? Please?" She asked softly. 

"Er...Pardon?" I was shocked and could not remember how to properly form sentences. Christine sometimes has that effect on me...

"Please, pick me up again? Erik, I....Love being in your arms..." She was blushing madly.

"Alright, then..." I finally managed. 

I picked my Christine up and we descended to my lair.