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More Than You Know

You hurry down the damp, cold underground tunnels, the excitement of seeing Erik and telling him the news causing speeding you up even further until you were almost running down the tunnels.

You finally reach the large, lowly lit cavernous room that Erik called his own. A quiet melody greets you as quickly make your way up the few, uneven stone steps. 

He is hunched over the organ, his velvety black cloak flowing out behind him and his hands flying across the ivory keys.

You are so excited that you squeal out “Erik” before wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. You press your face into his back, a wide smile growing on your face. 

In your exhilaration, you had forgotten about how Erik disliked having someone else in his ‘personal space’. You could feel how tense he was, his shoulders tight with tension, his fingers frozen in place on the keys. 

You take a quick step back, letting go of Erik as you did. “Je suis désolé mon ange (I am sorry my angel).” You move away from him, giving him as much space as he needed to feel comfortable. 

He slowly turns around and you expect to see his dark eyes filled with anger, but instead, they softly glisten in the candlelight, tears beginning to collect on his bottom lashes.

“Erik?” You ask softly, worried you had done far more harm than good with that hug. You reach out a tentative hand, unsure of how to help.

He slowly grabs your hand, wrapping a hesitant arm around your waist and another around your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him in response, unable to stop the smile that was spreading across your face. Erik never was one to initiate physical contact so this was a pleasant surprise.