Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik didn't stop sobbing, not even when Madame Giry came up behind him. Instead, he just continued to lay there, pathetically. "No, my friend. You have done so much for me and I thank you, but now I wish to stay here. You no longer need watch over me. In a few days, maybe a week or so even, I will be dead and you won't have to worry about me anymore." Erik really had his mind set on dying, and wasn't sure that anything would bring him back from this state of despair he was in. He hadn't decided if he was going to end his own life, but even if he didn't, Erik knew that he would soon die of a broken heart anyway. It didn't matter if he came inside now or not. Christine had left him, ripped out his heart, and took it with her. No one could live without a heart, and Erik didn't plan on lasting much longer.