Alone {Caution some PG content, read at own risk}

[Sakwa]

"It just seems whenever I fall asleep I can't sleep without dreaming of things I'd rather forget, things that scare even me," Erik admitted softly.

He hung his head slightly, as if he was ashamed at his own fear. Yet he knew he couldn't help it, but he still ended up feeling ashamed. He shouldn't be afraid, and yet he was.

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine laid a hand on Erik's arm. "It's alright," she whispered, "you don't have to be ashamed. But you'll have to get some sleep sometime."

[Sakwa]

"I've coped for 6 months without sleep, and still managed to turn up for a bal du Masque," Erik said softly.

He was refering to the recent one...the last one before he'd set fire to the Opera House in which he'd delivered his Don Juan. 6 months without eating or sleeping, occasionally stopping to get a drink nothing more, nothing less.

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine didn't know this.

[Sakwa]

"Madame Giry was worrying about my lack of eating. Music had became all I needed, my food and my rest. I placed everything I had into Don Juan. After the fight when you left...I saw it as my last chance to show how much I loved you... that I loved you so much that I would even risk capture," Erik continued.

[*Musical~Soul*]

"I was ignorant." Christine said, "I had to off and ruin everything." She looked down at the floor.

[Sakwa]

"I forgive you... I should have realised that you were innocent...you did not understand how harsh life could be. I learnt how harsh life was when I was young," Erik said softly.

He stifled another yawn. It was true though, life had never been particularly kind to him. It was something though that he had got used to.

[*Musical~Soul*]

"I never thought my life could get any more frustrating, confusing and scary after my father died." Christine said, "I never expected to go through all this."

[Sakwa]

"Life can be a lot worst...I should know. Very little can be worst then having your mother refuse to kiss you and then selling you off to gypsies after your 7th birthday. That's happened to me," Erik said quietly.

[*Musical~Soul*]

"I'm sorry." said Christine, "I didn't know."

[Sakwa]

Erik gave a slight shrug. He knew Mme Giry knew, and now Christine knew. But he was not going to keep any secrets other then those he had no choice but to.

"Madame Giry helped me escape from the freak show after I killed my gypsy master, Javert...he were a nasty peice of work. And you weren't too know, I had never told you and Mme Giry would never have told anyone," Erik said softly.

(He don't know Mme Giry told Raoul)

[*Musical~Soul*]

(Neither does Christine I think)

"Madame Giry was always very kind," Christine said.

[Sakwa]

(well unless Raoul told her that no I don't think she does )

"She was in a way like a mother to me. She always ensured I had food and any other of my few needs, even if she had to pay for them out of her own money," Erik said with a smile.

[*Musical~Soul*]

"She was a mother for me as well," Christine said, "after Father died and she brought me to the opera house."

[Sakwa]

"Madame Giry was always kind, though it would seem she kept an eye out especially for those who are outcasts or those alone," Erik commented.

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