Christine/Erik

What Actually Happened After The Point of no Return

Disclaimer: Belongs to the best musical genius on Earth, and no, I am NOT talking about our dear Erik...I'm talking about Andrew Lloyd Webber.

And also Gaston Leroux (I'm not calling him the best, because let's be honest, I'm a Mizzie, and we all know that Victor Hugo steals the top spot, don't we?)

"Go! Go now and leave me!" Erik yelled until his throat was sore. Christine rushed to Raoul and untied him from the iron gates. She murmured, "Raoul, I must talk with you..." "Little Lotte, let's go before this monster changes his mind!" Raoul whispered. But Christine was standing in the water with her hands on her hips. "No, Raoul," she said. "I'm sorry. I can't love you as I do a husband. I love Erik. I must stay. He will die without me, and I'd be guilty for the rest of my life. As much as you are like a brother to me I love Erik. I hope you find someone more worthy of your love.". Raoul started whining. "But Christine, I'm handsomer! And richer! Even though I have way too long hair. But who cares! I'm way too handsome and I most definitely can't be compared with a freak like him!" Christine slapped him hard. "Ow..." Raoul whined. "You are an arrogant fop whose hair is too greasy, a spoiled brat and an idiot, and I will most definitely not spend my whole life with you. Leave and get rid of the mob for me or else," Christine fumed. "Anything for you, Little Lotte.." Raoul mumbled. "And don't call me that!" Christine called after him. She spun around...

"Erik?"
She ran into the main room. He was sitting there, with a strange expression on his distorted face.
He looked so distant. As she drew closer he started singing.
"Masquerade, paper faces on parade
Hide your face so the world will never find you..."
He turned to look at her. His eyes looked empty, devoid of any expression.
"Christine, I love you."
"I love you too, mon ange," Christine replied. That had apparently not been the answer he had been expecting.
"What? No, you are just a figment of my imagination, come to haunt me."
"Erik. I am here and I won't go anywhere."
The Phantom reached out a trembling hand to touch hers. He whispered, "So you are real..."
"Yes!"
"You love me!"
"Yes!"
"Christine," Erik spoke. "Will you marry me?" The question. He was asking her the question. Christine's heart skipped a beat. A man was asking her to marry him. A man whom she loved with all her heart. There was only one right thing to do...
"Yes!" Christine replied. She had no doubts. This was the one. He was.
"Alright then," Erik said. He was grinning uncontrollably. His love had said yes to the question. She'd said yes! He picked the extremely light and giggling Christine up and spun her around. So much for the Phantom facade.
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A.N: My first post! Sorry if the characters seem a little odd or contrast their actual personalities. I wrote this while watching movies, though, so...yeah. I don't own anyone because if I did I'd be dead (I mean, look at what happened to dear ol' Gaston Leroux).