Let the Dream Descend (Phantom of the Opera Fanfic)

No one would listen

**To my dedication: Thanks for being there for me in the hard times. Thank you for encouraging me to write this story. I wouldn't have done it without you! <3

Jack POV

I sprinted down the stairs, nearly tripping on the last one. Why shouldn't I be excited? Chris said yes. We were one step closer, I was. I love Christine. I really did. The way I feel for her is so different so strange. I remember the first time I saw her. Her brown eyes were filled with fright and sadness. She seemed frightened. Her bright red dress made her stand up, yet no one stopped to help her. Her shoe was stuck in the mud as the rain drenched. She let out a frustrated cry and she attempted to pull her shoe out.

"You seem to be quite stuck there miss."

"Ah, monsieur, please may you help me." Her French accent was fascinating. I bent down as I smiled to myself.

"Hold onto my shoulder, your shoe seems to be really stuck." She does as commanded. I wrap my hands around her small ankle and with a strong tug finally pull her out. She lost her balance and afraid she would fall into the mud, I pushed her, going down with her. I hit the hard concrete and she falls onto me as I let out a groan.

"Monsieur I apologize deeply! My balance is so off—I'm—I'm so sorry!" She begins to babble on. I begin to laugh hysterically. She seemed so shocked and worried. Her blue eyes were wide.

"You're truly beautiful," I didn't mean to say my thought out loud but she heard it. She pushes herself off me and as I stand I offer my hand, she refuses to take it and slips again. This time I catch her. "You really should work on your balance miss." I look deeply into her eyes as she does to me and we seemed so caught in the moment she says one simple word.

"What?"

"Christine, that is my name."

"I'm gonna call you Chris, you look like a Chris to me." The tension in the air soon left as did the rain, but both of us were completely drenched. I take off my jacket and put it around her shoulder.

"I don't know if this is going to make it any better but I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Thank you monsieur. It's very kind of you—?"

"Jack."

"Jack," she smiled as she repeated my name.

3 years have passed by and every day I fall more in love with her than I am. Now, we're heading to Paris, of course a lady like Chris shouldn't be attending with a man alone. My mother agreed to that therefore will attend with us. She has agreed to not be at our tails thank goodness. We were leaving tomorrow. Christine, mother, and I. Chris. My Christine.

Unknown POV

MY Christine. Nearly 5 years. 5 years since she couldn't take it. I would watch her look out the window. She seemed lost, hopeless, she was dead. Nearly 5 years since she left on that boat. I could've stopped her. I should've stopped her. I loved her more than life itself.

"When he died, your soul died with him," I walked into the sun room on that rainy day. She remained there, silent, as tears filled her eyes. I felt helpless. I tried. I let her go. And now she's gone.

Unknown POV #2

MY CHRISTINE. How could I forget her. Her gentle touch. Her soft lips. Her kind eyes. Her voice. Her voice, it haunted me. The darkness followed me as I ran away from her. I left and left her. Alone, alone in the dark. Beneath the Moonless Sky. She married the Vicomte as predicted, most likely gave a child to him. As for me, I drag chains of guilt. Chains of memories. I deceived her. I lied to her. I loved her. I love her.