Erik's body tensed up as he sensed somebody approaching him from behind. Immediately, a million different questions ran through his brain. Who could that possibly be? How did they know where to find him? Had you told people about where he lived, and now a mob of people were coming to kill him? If so, why would you do something like that?

He wanted to ask a lot more questions, but he decided that could wait. His head snapped around to where he heard the intruder, and he immediately froze when he saw you standing there, looking just as radiant as the last time he saw you.

After staring at you for a few seconds, just to make sure this wasn't one of the dreams he'd been having since you left, he remembered he wasn't wearing his mask, exposing the deformed half of his face to you, his beloved. His hand shot up to his face straight away, covering the right side of his face as he felt tears welling up in his eyes that he tried so hard to make go away.

"Mon ange, you...you came back...for Erik..." he mumbled, referring to himself in the third person as he often did when he was feeling emotional. "But...but why!? I let you go, you left with that vicomte of yours! You left Erik!"

He calmed down almost immediately after his outburst, gazing up at you with confusion in his eyes.

"Erik is sorry, ma chérie...I just...why...? Why have you returned?"