Til I Hear You Sing |The Phantom of the Opera|

Chapter Seven~ Bring Him Home

Up above is a picture of Belle and Gustave. So um I should suggest to just get some tissues ready. Just a fair warning. Anyways enjoy! 

Christine

"Your son." 

The very words coming out of my mouth shocked me. I had kept this secret for so long, I had almost thought that it was a story that I kept telling myself. Erik shook his head over and over, as if the words were not registering in his mind. "Our child died, Christine. You were shot, and he died," he screams at me. 

I closed my eyes for a moment as I felt the bullet pierce my skin once more. I pressed my hand against my stomach for one moment and I could feel the blood seeping through my skin and I shivered. "He did not die... he lived," I told him. 

I felt emotions flood into my soul that I had not felt in years. "I thought he had died... no one should have been able to survive a shock like that. But he... he did, and I wanted to die. I bore him in secret, and I gave him to an orphanage... He lives there," I tell him. 

"There is a picture of him in the envelope, please take him back to America, give him the life I never could," I say as I tried to stand up. My legs began to wobble as I slowly stood up, and I fell once again as I took a step. 

I groaned as I hit the ground and I felt pain spread up my legs. "How could you have kept this a secret from me? Why did you not tell me about him? Who are you," he asks me, his voice loud and very distressed. 

I ran a shaking hand through my hair, and I felt another clump fall to the ground. "I am Christine Daaé, monsieur. I am just not the same Christine that you married seven years ago, nor am I the same Christine that you fell in love with. But I am the mother of that child, and as his mother I want him to have the best life that he can. I know that he will live a better life with you then he ever would have with me." 

I hear him sigh and I laid my head down on my arm. I struggled to take a deep breath and I felt my hands begin to shake. Oh how pitiful I must look to him. But he was the one that had put me in this situation. If only he had done something...

I suddenly felt a warm pair of strong arms scoop me up and I turned around to see Erik. "You hate me... I can see it in your eyes. You hate me," I say and I felt a tear fall onto my face. "Please do not hate me, angel," I whisper. 

He freezes for a moment as he looks down at me, not expecting me to say his name. "You did not have to go through that alone, Christine. You could have come back to America," he says, and his voice softens as he goes to set me down in the chair. 

I shake my head as I grip onto his shirt. He felt so warm, and I had been cold for so long. "I did not want to me around our children like this, Erik," I said his name for the first time in years. More tears fell onto my face as I looked up at him. "It was better that they had no mother, than have me as their mother." 

Erik sat down in the chair and I curled myself up into his arms. It felt so right to be in his arms again, and I buried my head into the crook of his neck, and I sighed as I smelt his familiar scent, and it was calming. "Oh Christine... my Christine," he says as he kisses my head over and over again. 

Emotions began to spread through my body and I wanted to shove them back down. I quickly pulled away from him, but my legs collapsed once again and I fell to the floor. "Just take him and leave me," I tell him, my voice becoming colder, and I felt the emotions beginning to subside. 

He reaches forward to grab me, but I shake my head. "Leave me... please. I shall die here soon anyway, just promise that you will raise him with music. Let that be the one thing he knew about me was that I loved music," I make him promise me.