Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik chuckled lightly, held her tight, and complied to her wish. "You alone can make my song take flight. Help me make the music...of the night." He finished the song as softly, if not softer, than he had started it. Then, Erik paused, thinking about what Christine had said. "You know something, Christine? I believe you." Erik smiled warmly, though she was pressed against his chest and could not see. "I should hope that you won't return to him." He said, remembering the hurt from the last time. "However, I believe you when you say that a part of you will always love me. And I want you to know that no matter how long you leave me for, if you do, I will always love you. You could leave tonight and not come back for twenty years, and when you did finally come back, you would still find a faithful friend begging for your love again." Erik caressed her cheek gently, then brought his hand up and ran his fingers carefully through Christine's hair. He listened intently as she spoke of when she was a child, and smiled when she mentioned loving him since he had first spoken to her. However, the news of her placing a kiss on the mirror each night came as a surprise to him. A nice one, but still a surprise. "You really kissed the mirror each night?" He asked her softly, amazed that she would do something like that. He hadn't known that she had cared so much about him way back then. "I never knew...it delights me because...I was doing the same thing." Erik admitted and smiled again, hardly believing this beautiful moment.