Remembering the Angel

Little Chorus Girls

Christine's POV

"Meg Giry. You have all but avoided me for days. Talk to me." Christine looked pleadingly at her friend.

"Christine...Christine..." She sang to herself.

Meg's figure had filled out again. Before, she had been near skin and bones. Not eating, throwing up whenever she did eat. Now, she filled out her light blue dress well. Blonde hair pinned up into a bun, loose curls falling along the apples of her rosey cheeks. She looked like her old friend from the Opera house.

"Meg, you know you are a sister to me. Whatever guilt or pain you feel, tell me. We've worked through it all." Christine grabbed her friend's hand and sat down next to her on the sofa that faced the balcony.

"It is more complicated than it has ever been. Each answer is another web.

I cannot leave the hurt behind..." Meg looked out the balcony doors.

"You don't have to try and leave it all on your own. We can share the hurt," Christine laughed, "Remember when I twisted my ankle during our pointe class? You lied and told Madame that you had hurt yours too so we could stay in the infirmary together? At night you would sneak into the kitchen to steal tomorrow's dessert for us?"

She had earned a laugh from Meg, "Yes. And then my mother caught me on the fourth night I tried and made me mop the floors for a week!"

The two women laughed together at the other time they shared.

"You were always the brave one." Christine told her.

Meg sighed and met Christine's eyes at last. With a nod of her head, she began her explanation.

"I never met to hurt you, Christine. You know I loved you like my sister as well. I always wanted the best of everything for you, watching you rise like a star. I only wanted to help you...

Until there was no where left for me to rise next to you.

That day, when I fired that gun," Meg drew a breath, "I died inside along with your death. Or what seemed to be your death. I would have thrown myself into the ocean if the Master hadn't come and told me you were going to be ok."

"Meg," Christine interrupted, "You mustn't call him 'The Master', just call him by his name."

"Christine," Meg mimicked, "No one knows his name."

At that, Christine nervously tucked a lose dark brown curl back behind her ear and looked around the room. 

"My God who is this man" rang through her mind.

She smoothed out the top of her blush dress and folded her hands in her lap to keep them from twiddling anymore. Christine realized only then Meg's confused gaze.

"Go on." She changed the subject from Erik's identity.

"I was driven mad here. I never thought I was going to recover. That is until..." Meg trailed off.

"Until?"

"Christine, please don't be angry."

"Meg."

"Until the Viscount began to care for me..."

Christine stayed silent.

"I never expected this to happen, but Christine, he, Raoul he just..." She smiled to herself, "He just helps me."

Christine recalled the many nights Raoul came home drunk. Bottle in hand, black eye from getting into an argument with the bartender. He would never speak a word to Christine, he would just go to sleep. She would have pain medication and water set next to his bedside for the morning.

He always knew, she told herself, all throughout those ten long years, he knew her heart was not his to claim.

Perhaps he would be better for Meg. Christine did not need someone to take care of her, she needed someone that would make her feel like she could do anything.

She needed her Angel.

"What can I do to help Meg?"

"Christine, I don't want to cause you any more pain." Meg looked down at her hands again, "Your blessing, Christine. If anything more...serious...were to happen between Raoul and I. I need to know I have your permission."

Christine thought on this. She couldn't have formed a better union in her head. Her two dearest friends, though things have changed all three of them, Christine loved them dearly. She knew it was the right thing. Raoul would have someone to care for, and Meg would have the support she needed.

"You have my blessing, dear sister." Christine grabbed Meg's hands and laughed, "I wish you nothing more than all the happiness you deserve."

Meg's gray-blue eyes swelled with tears and she smiled.

Throwing their arms around each other, the women laughed because they were crying, and cried because they were laughing. They had found their peace.

Then a soft knock came from the door.

Erik's POV

Erik could not believe his son. Gustave had progressed to the point where he could hear places in Erik's songs that should be played in higher or lower notes.

It annoyed him at times, but impressed him nonetheless.

And today, him and his son created their greatest triumph.

"It is finished. Ame Relancé is complete." Erik held the music sheets out in front of their place at the piano. Song after song, they created a show that would shape all the songs Erik wrote then on.

It shaped his relationship with his son. Their music meant to much to him. All of the music in the world couldn't compare to the gift he viewed his son to be. Christine's son. Their son.

It still seemed too good to be true.

But here he was. The little boy with the golden eyes and brown hair that could hear Erik's music.

"It's perfect, Father. Mother will love it." Gustave said happily.

"I think so too, Gustave." Erik roughed up his hair some more. Christine would be bitter at him for ruining what she clearly spent time on.

Christine.

"Come my boy. Let's go show your mother."

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Note to Reader,

So today isn't Sunday (as promised) or Monday (as promised), but hey...life is stressful. lol. 

I got my cap & gown today and its just too much senior-ness at once. *insert Spongebob 'future' freak out meme here*

So ANYWAYS I thought it appropriate I update today because it is the amazingly wonderfully talented Andrew Lloyd Webber's Birthday! So much celebration. 

I will try to be more consistent with my updates its just life & commitments and so ya.

I have enjoyed reading/ replying to a few of your comments so again - ALL comments, critiques, etc. are SUPER welcomed!

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