Christine Destler
"Christine, darling, hurry!" James held my bags in one hand and his in the other. I followed as quickly as I could. Although I was more than happy to be leaving, I was terrified that William was going to wake up and find us.
"James, what will happen when William awakens?" I looked behind my shoulder, biting my lip.
"He won't! Just hurry along now. We've got to go get your things and the boy. You do remember where you used to live, I assume," James whispered as we hurried to the carriage.
"Yes, of course," I replied. He tried to help me up, but I flinched away. "I can handle myself, thank you."
"As you wish," he muttered, walking around to the other side. I quickly stepped inside of the black carriage and shut the door.
Erik Destler
"Papa, why must I leave?" Gustave asked as I buttoned up his coat.
"It's just for two days, Gustave. I have business to attend to." Gustave nodded and hugged me before running out the door with Madame Giry. I waved slightly, then walked to the sofa and sighed in exhaustion.
Christine Destler
"Christine, we are here." James' voice awoke me. I rubbed my eyes, staring out the window at my old home. My heart fluttered and everything felt alive again. I opened the door to the carriage. I didn't care if James wasn't following me. I started walking. Soon enough I was running.
I reached the door, only stopping when I heard James behind me. "The front door? Shouldn't we find another way in?"
"The front door is perfectly fine. It's never used." I reached for the knob, my hand shaking as I turned it. I stepped inside. The familiar scent hit me like a wall. I bit my lip to hide the smile.
My eyes focused on Erik's sleeping body on the couch. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. No doubt he hadn't, I thought to myself. Although he was sleeping peacefully, he looked different. As if he had been through hell and back.
"My poor angel," I whispered, too low for James to hear. I slowly walked over to Erik. I placed my hands on his shoulders, reluctant to awaken him. "Erik, darling, please wake up." I froze for a minute, waiting to see if James noticed my word for Erik. He didn't.
"C-Christine? Is that you? Truly? Oh, heaven, Christine!" Erik pulled me into his arms. I could hear the loud sobs erupting from his chest as he held me. I, too, cried. As much as I wanted to stay in his arms, I knew James would soon speak up. Hesitantly, I pulled back.
"E-Erik. I've come to tell you...I'm leaving you, Erik." My mind was screaming at me to stop. I only hoped he would notice what a horrible liar I was. He did not notice.
"What?" His voice cracked. For a moment, I expected him to weep for me. I expected loving tears and for him to beg me to stay. What I did not expect, however, was the anger that quickly filled the room.
"She loves me. We are in love. And we're running off together. We're taking the boy with us," James spoke up, walking over to my side.
"I'll be damned if Christine leaves this house with you," Erik hissed.
"Let's all just calm down," I said cautiously. Erik turned to me quickly, standing in between James and me.
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When I Hear You Sing.(Phantom Of The Opera)
Fanfiction-Sequel to Before My Angel Sang- After they had faced something close to what hell would feel like to be together, Christine and Erik Destler finally feel like it has all come to an end, but has it, truly? Will they finally get the happy ending the...
