Poto One-Shots

Beneath a Moonless Sky

*Christine's POV*

I can't take this anymore. As each day passes, I regret the choice of leaving Erik even more; If I brought anything up from that day, Raoul would quickly change the subject. The day after we left Erik, Raoul began to drink, heavily. Some nights he would return so drunk, I would have to ask one of Raoul's maids to help me carry his to the couch. Along with drinking, Raoul began to abuse me; It began with one slap when I brought up Erik. The main reason why I can't take anymore of this life is because I realized too late that I'm in love with Erik; I always have loved him, I was just to blind to realize it sooner.

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room reading a book when I hear the front door open. Looking up from my book, I see Raoul walk into the room, looking exhausted. I watch as he walks over to me and sit in next to me. I feel my body stiffen once he is sitting next to me.

"Christine," I hear Raoul say. "You know I love you."

I put on a fake smile and turn to look at him. "Of course I do, sweetheart," I say.

I see Raoul smile before leaning in to kiss me. I turn my head, so that he only kisses my cheek. "Why did you move," Raoul asks.

I was silent; I didn't want to lie to him, but I also didn't want to be honest with him.

"I asked you a question, Christine," I hear Raoul say as he roughly grabbed my chin, turning it so I was looking at him.

I feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. "Because I miss Erik," I say, the words falling out of my mouth before I can stop them.

I see rage fill Raoul's eyes. He releases my chin, only to raise his hand above his head. His hand comes down hard against my cheek. The slap was so hard that I fall off the couch and onto the floor. "You need to stop thinking about that creature," Raoul yells at me. "Because tomorrow, you are going to become Vicomtess de Chagny, my wife! And as my wife, you are to no longer think about that thing that almost killed me!" I stay silent as he continues to yell at me.

Once he finishes, I feel tears fall down my face. "I'm going to bed," I hear Raoul says irritated once he's done yelling at me. He stands and stalks out of the room, leaving me alone.

Once I hear the bedroom door shut, I quickly stand and run over to the bookshelf. I look behind it and grab the small suitcase I hid there earlier today. I walk to the front door and am about to leave when I remember that I have Raoul's engagement ring on my finger. I rip the ring off my finger and throw it on the entryway rug before opening the front door and walking out.

Raoul's mansion is a mile outside of Paris so I decide to head towards the main road, hoping to find a cab. Luckily, there is a cab which I hail down. "Where would you like to go, Madame," the driver asks me.

"The Opera Popular, please," I tell him. The driver skeptically nods his head, but he drives me there anyway.

*Erik's POV*

I'm sitting at my piano, trying to write music. I write some notes on the sheets as they come into my mind. After writing those notes, I reread the music and I'm appalled. "What is wrong with you," I mentally scold myself. "A two year old could write better music than this!" I grab the sheet and crumple it into a ball before throwing across my lair. I stand up and walk around, deciding that I need a break. I walk into my room and sit down on my bed. Looking over at my bedside table, I see a lit candle casting light on the picture I drew of Christine next to it.

I reach over and pick up the pictures and look at it. She is perfect in every way; her voice, her beauty, and her personality. I think back to the day she left me; She left me without a second thought. I thought she was going to stay with me when she came back, but she only came back to give me my ring back and, to make it worse, as she left she sang about her love with the fop, Raoul, as they left, as if to rub it in my face. I feel a mixture of anger and sadness take over me. I don't know what I would do if Christine came back and I didn't need to know. I know Christine won't come back to me; she's marrying the Vicomte tomorrow.