Poto One-Shots

An Angel or a Ghost

*Christine's POV*
Why? Why would he do that? How did he know that my father promised to send me an angel of music? I sigh in frustration and roll onto my back, looking up at the cracked white ceiling in the ballet dancers' room.

When I got back from "his" lair, Madame Giry brought me upstairs so I could get all my thoughts together and clear my head. But instead of clearing my head, I have been thinking of why he did it and why he did it. I just don't know why he wouldn't just tell me that he wasn't my angel of music. Then again, if he didn't lie to me, I probably wouldn't have accepted his offer to be my voice teacher, especially since he's the Opera Ghost.

Oh my God! The Opera Ghost gave me voice lessons! No wonder why Carlotta hates me! She must have had a feeling that I was getting special treatment!

Unable to stay in the bed any longer, I swing my legs off the side of the bed and walk over to the small window on the other side of the room. Once in front of it, I undo the small latch, that keeps the window closed, and open the window to let some fresh air in. The cool, winter air chills my warm skin, but it feels nice.

As I stand there, my mind drifts to earlier this morning, when I saw his face. I close my eyes as his face comes back into my mind. That face mixed with his anger. Only the anger was scarier than his actual deformity; come to think of it, his deformity doesn't scare me.

Suddenly, I hear a board creak, causing me to instantly turn around. Standing there is the one and only Opera Ghost. However instead of being scared, I get angry.

"Why are you here," I ask, a little too bitterly.

His eyes widen a little by my tone. "I wanted to see if you were okay," he says, his voice on the brink of being irritated. "To see if you still wanted to see me."

"Why would I," I say, angrily. "You have been lying to me for years now. The only reason why I would want to see you now is if I cam ask you quiescent and you answer them truthfully."

"Okay," he says. "What do you want to know."

I stare at him in shock. "Wait, what," I ask.

"You said you only wanted to see me if I answers your questions," he says. "So here's your chance."

"Okay then," I say. I then pick a question to ask him. "How did you know that my father promised me an angel of music?"

"I noticed that you went to the chapel every night to light a candle for your father," he answers. "And one time, I heard you mention it and I decided to become that angel of music."

I do the best I can to conceal the emotions I'm feeling. "So you're not an angel," I ask, blankly.

"No," he says.

"And you're the Opera Ghost too."

"Yes, I am."

"Is everything you told me a lie then," I ask, not looking at him, as my eyes begin to fill with with tears.

"Not everything," he says. "The love I have for you is real."

The statement causes me to look up in surprise. Now that he mentions it, I do notice the love he has shown me. He didn't have to become my angel of music, train my voice to become what it is today, or bring me to his lair. But he did do those things because he loves me. And here I am, doing nothing but berating him.

"I know you love me," I say. This causes the Phantom to look at me surprised. "But I don't know how I feel for you."

The small spark in his eyes fades away. "I wish I knew how I feel about you, but then all this happened and I just don't know. Maybe if I was given a chance to know you better, I could you. I'm sorry."

The minute those words are said, I instantly regret it, but it had to be said. I watch the small glimmer of hope in his eyes vanish instantly. "Alright," he says. "Enjoy the performance tonight then." And then, in some unknown way, he vanishes.

I stand there, not believing what just happened; He just vanished in thin air! How did he do that? Doesn't matter though.

I feel regret for everything I just said and a strange feeling of emptiness. I haven't felt like this since my father died. Why should I feel terrible for what I did? He has lied to me for years, but I think my feelings for him grew over the years. I might love him and I just ruined it by pushing him away.

I then close the window and walk back to my bed and sit on the edge. If only I could take back everything I said. I wish I could tell him how I really feel, but it's too late now. He probably hates me and won't talk to me again.

I feel a tear roll down my cheek. "Angel," I say, hoping he can hear me. "I'm sorry. I wish I could take it all back. And I......" I take a deep breath and finish the sentence. "I love you."

The room is silent. I just talked to myself, great. Hopefully, no one was listening.

Suddenly, I feel a sudden breeze and know that it's not from outside. "I love you too, Christine," I hear the familiar voice say. "Meet me on the roof after the performance. Come alone." And then the room is silent again. I smile and play that over again in my head.

I hear the door open and see Madame Giry come in. "Christine, do you think you can perform tonight," she asks.

Smiling, I remember what my angel said. "Yes," I say. "I can."
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Hey guys. I know this is a weird ending, but I made it this way in case you guys wanted a part 2. It can be one part, but if you want a second one, I can write it :)