The madness that occurred in the rehearsal drove me out of the building. I had no one to turn to. Madame Giry and Meg wouldn't understand, Raoul I could no longer confide in, and the man I loved didn't know how I felt and now would never know. Not only that, but I knew I couldn't reach Delilah either. I am on my own right now, and the only person who I could think of going to was warm, gentle, and caring.
My father.
As everyone knows, my father passed when I was very young and I was brought to the Opera Populaire by Madame Giry. She raised me to be the woman I am today while letting me visit my father's grave.
I had quickly grabbed my cloak and ran for a carriage. During the ride, I thought about Erik. How could I have fallen in love with him without him realizing? Him and I shared so many similarities and were practically the same. While at the same time, how could I love a man who kills without a thought?
My encounter with Delilah also had me thinking more than usual. I've been told by both her and Madame Giry that I would make a decision very soon that can change my life. Delilah would also be returning soon.
As I think about this, I reach my fathers headstone. I sit on a step, not minding the freezing ground.
"Oh father... What am I supposed to do?" I whisper to him, "there are too many people wanting me to make the right choice for numerous things, but I'm not even sure if I know what I want yet."
I continue to sit there in the snow, wishing I knew what I wanted to do.
"I can't continue to weep over you father. It's been so many years, and yet it still hurts. It's time to accept and learn, and I think the first step is letting go. Like you always told me to do. We will meet again in the future. Until then father, I love you very much."
I stand and wipe the tear off of my face. I begin to walk away when I hear a voice calling out to me.
"Wandering child, you are lost and have forgotten about your Angel. Turn to me, come to me."
Angel? My Angel? It can't be him. I turn around to see my Angel standing with his cloak and fedora upon his head. He looked out to me longingly, as I felt my heart burst with yearning.
"Erik? Is that really you?" I question.
"Yes, it is me. Christine... Why do you look so pale? So sick? What has happened?" He answers back, his voice showing concern.
"The question is where have you been? You disappeared! It's been months! And no contact at all!" his face grimaced as I yelled, but I didn't care. I was angry at him for leaving me.
"Christine, I know it has been a while. But I have reasons, reasons you wouldn't understand," he argued.
"Reasons? That is all you can say to me!?" he opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it. There was a rustle near us and we both quickly looked to see a not so friendly face.
"Raoul!"
"Christine! Get away from him!" He screams and I back away from him as he comes toward me.
"Raoul, what are you talking about?"
"Christine, this man, this thing is not your father," he stated, grabbing me by the arm.
"I know but you don't-" I stammered.
"No Christine! You listen to me. He has been deceiving you and you can't trust him!"
Raoul grabs hold of my arm again and begins pulling me away.
"Ahh Monsieur, such spirited words." Erik spoke now distancing himself from us both. Being the magician that he is, he threw powder that turned into flame any way Raoul and I ran. "More deception? More violence?" Raoul stammered while continuing to pull on my arm. "You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!"
By that statement another flame erupted near us. Raoul pulled on me once more towards the street where his carriage was. As we ran away I could hear Erik tell behind us.
"Now let it be war! Upon you BOTH!"
A/N: Hello fellow readers! I'm so sorry about how long it's been. I just haven't been around this app very much. But it's summer now so I will definitely try my best to write and publish the rest of this story. Thank you so much for all of those who've liked this story and added it to their lists and giving me over 1,000 reads! It's made me really happy! I hope you like this awaited chapter! More coming soon ☺️
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FanfictionDelilah was your typical 18 year old about to head off to college, but was spending her first week of summer in New York City. Of course you will find out that musical theater was her life, or maybe it was just music in general. Her favorite musical...