Erik opened his eyes. He felt like his light eyelids were carrying 10,000 pound weights. Erik saw the bright, burning sun rising in it's beautiful, slow way. He saw his hands. Erik was still a werewolf, with his furry, knotted, thick skin. He felt like smashing and destroying everything around him; he just didn't have the guts inside him to be able to do that.

"Emily," murmured Erik, in his deep, depressing voice, "I should of listened to you....but I'm stupid!" His head was filling up with a thousand million words that he couldn't say. "I wish that you were here. Not to correct everything, but so that I can apologise for everything I've ever done in the past. I love you Emily." He softly kissed a piece of the ripped up page. Little did he know, that Emily was there the whole time...

"Erik," said Emily, as she walked through the living room door, "You...love...me?" Erik took her hand and put it in his.
"I always have." said Erik, hugging Emily with his muscular, furry arms. "How did you go through there?" asked Erik. Emily showed him all the way through the kitchen and the living room, until there was a huge patio door. "I climbed up here, Erik." said Emily.

"Wow!" stated Erik, looking all the way down from the wooden fence, "How on earth can you do that?" Emily jumped down the balcony, making Erik think that she was going to hurt herself. "Emily!" shouted Erik, gazing down the side. Emily was clutched onto a long, metal ladder- that was attached to the top of the patio. "Don't be silly! I would never jump down for no reason." said Emily, as she climbed up the ladder.

"I didn't lock the patio door, because I wanted to check on you.....and to see if you loved me. And now I know you do, I have nothing to worry about! Because, I love you too." Emily and Erik held hands and slowly walked into the living room.

"I'm so sorry Emily, for all the awful things that I've done before." said Erik, embarrassed. Emily can tell when Erik is embarrassed, because his hair stands up on the back of his neck, so then his fur sticked up. "I just wish I wouldn't be like this. People hate me now that I'm no longer dashing and hansome, well...I wasn't anyways," said Erik, sitting down on the side step.

Emily looked at Erik in his deep, crimson eyes, smirking with an awkward smile. She took his hand, once again, and sat down with him. "It doesn't matter what you look like, you will always be my Prince Charming, no matter what!" explained Emily, kissing gently on his cheek. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.