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The Phantom of the Opera- He loves another

As I sit in his lair, Erik plays his organ with grace. With each tune he pours his soul into it. They're always full of emotion. However, tonight I notice he keeps dozing off. I chuckle every time his head shoots up to stay awake.

Eventually, sleep won and he fell asleep on top of his organ. Smiling softly, I get up from my seat and walk over to him. I place a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Erik? Erik wake up." I whisper and shake him slightly. His head lifts slowly and he groans.

"Y/n?" He asks, his voice thick with sleep. "Come on you. Let's get you to bed." I suggest. He stands up and leans into my shoulder. "You're warm." He hums and cuddles me. I blush bright red, thankful his eyes are closed. "Come on. Bed time Opera Ghost." I chuckle and lead him to his room.

I help him out of his jacket and take off his shoes. I pull back his bed cover and help him lay down. I cover him back over and take off his mask. He groans and buried his face into his pillow. "Stay with me. Please." He whispers. "I'll stay till you're asleep." I whisper and sit on the edge of his bed.

I stroke his hair until he falls asleep. I stare down at him and kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, my sweet Erik." I whisper. I set up and make my way back through the passages to the Prima Donna room. I sneak out and on the way past I see my mothers light is still on.

I make my way over to her door and knock. After a moment my mother, Madame Giry, answers. "Y/n? What are you doing here this late?" She asks. "Mama, can we talk?" I whisper, tears filling my eyes. "Of course, darling. Come in." She urges and pulls me into a hug, after she closed the door.

"What's wrong, my dear?" She asks. "Mama, I've fallen in love." I utter. "That's wonderful, dear! But why are you crying?" She asks. "Because he loves another." I sob. She sighs and leads me over to her couch. "Is it who I think it is?" She asks. "Yes! I love Erik. But he loves Christine!" I cry harder.

"But Christine has already told him she doesn't return his love. They worked it out together and are just remaining close friends." Mother smiles wiping away my tears. "Really?" I gasp. "Yes, my child. This happened months ago. Why do you think Christine is no longer here? She left to marry the Vicomte De Changy." Mother explains.

"I have to tell him. I must go to him!" I grin excited. "Why don't you spend the night in the lair with him?" Mother suggests. "Great idea." My eyes light up. She stands and walks over to a wall, pressing a button in the wall and it opens revealing a hidden door. My jaw drops. "You have your secrets, I have mine." She smirks.

"Thank you Mama." I kiss her cheek. "Head straight down, take the first left, then go down the stairs till you reach the bottom. After that take the next two rights and you'll arrive through a mirror." She directs. I smiles and rush inside. I follow her directions with haste and finally reach the lair. I push the mirror glass open and step out.

Turns out my mother wasn't wrong! This passage led to Erik's drawing room. I look around and see all of his drawings. I inch closer and see there is a few of Christine. I frown at that. Then I look on his desk and see he's working on a new drawing. I move the other sheet of paper from on top of it and gasp. It's a drawing of me. Every detail exactly right.

"You know it's rude to snoop." A voice startles me. I turn around and see Erik stood, half asleep. "What are you doing up?" I sigh in relief that it's only him. "I could ask you the same question. I thought you left?" He raises an eyebrow. "I did. But then I came back because I didn't want you to be alone tonight." I blush.

He walk over to me and pulls me into his arms. "You're too sweet, my dear Y/n." He whispers, kissing my hair. I wrap my arms around his waist and let out a shaky breath. "Can we talk Erik?" I whisper, frightened if what his reaction may be to my confession. "Of course. What's the problem?" He asks, shakily, almost afraid of what I'm going to say.

I take his hand and lead him over to the couch in his drawing room. We sit and I hold his hands, fiddling with his fingers. "Erik, ever since I met you I've always felt a deep connection to you. It wasn't because of my mother knowing you. It was because, well, I love you. I've fallen in love with you Erik. I never dared to tell you because I knew you loved Christine." I explain.

He sits and stares at me in shock. "You stupid woman." He mutters, causing my heart to break. "I've loved you since I was seventeen. Christine was merely a distraction." He whispers and grabs my hands tighter. "You're lying." I frown and pull away. "I'm not! I would go between the heavens and the earth for you. I'd surrender my soul to Satan himself just for your love!" He exclaims.

I feel heat crawling up my neck as my cheeks turn a crimson red. "Do you mean it?" I whisper, shy. "I do." He confesses and kisses me softly. I lean into the kiss and snake my arm around his neck. "I love you." I smile, breathlessly as I pull away. "I love you too, my Angel." He smiles gently and takes me back in for another kiss.