Chapter 14- Plan.

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Meg Giry
Five months later

"It's such a perfect plan, Raoul! You really must admit it is! Your handwriting is just like Erik's! If we can get Christine and Erik separated, then she will no longer have the spotlight. You know that she only sings for him. Then we will finally get the attention we deserve!" I squealed with delight at the genius plan. Raoul sighed, shaking his head.

"Meg, not everything is about fame. Am I not enough for you?" He asked, looking at the ground.

"Of course you are! I just want us to get what we deserve. We've worked so hard for this." He nodded, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. "Hey, I love you. I will always love you. I just think that it isn't fair that Christine gets the music written for her, and the spotlight shines on her, and the managers attend to her needs."

"Will this truly make you happy?"

"I am happy, but it will truly mean a lot to me."

"Alright. Give me the paper."

Erik Destler

"Absurd! Why would you have a big finish when the entire song has been going up, higher and higher, on each note? You would obviously let it fall in a smooth and soft melody," I pointed out.

"Ah, I see! Wonderful, thank you Mr. Destler! You are a genius!" A man, who's name I didn't bother to remember, praised.

"It's not genius. It's really just pure common sense. Then again, I've been writing music for a much longer time than you, no offense. I suppose this will all make more sense one day."

After what seemed like hours of critiquing this man's music, I was finally allowed to go back to my small room in the hotel. I took out some paper and a quill and ink. I began to write my letter to Christine. Just as I had promised, I had been writing to her everyday. I'm sure she was drowning in letters and poems, but I knew that she loved them. She would write once a week, answering all my questions and asking questions of her own. I wished she would write daily as well, but I knew that she really didn't have much time. For my birthday, she sent a letter from Gustave and a small locket with words engraved onto it, which I treasured quite a bit.

I continued writing. I wondered how big she looked by now. I assumed she was somewhat large, like how she was last time. I missed her so much. I couldn't help but think about the fact that she was right- I really did need a break.

Christine Destler

"Gustave, you know better than to go outside without permission," I scolded. Ever since Erik left, Gustave had been incredibly fussy, not to mention how uncomfortable this pregnancy had been.

"Sorry mother," he mumbled, trudging back to her room. I sighed, sitting down on the couch. Gustave had always been such a good little boy, so, naturally, it surprised me when he acted out. I felt as if I were failing as a mother, not that I even had a mother to compare myself to. I knew he missed Erik just as much as I did, so I couldn't blame him for being fussy. I opened Erik's newest letter, placing the envelope with the others. I began to read it:

     My dearest, Christine,
                 I hope this letter finds you and our children in good health. How are my muses? You wouldn't believe how horrible these people are at writing music. They have no talent, whatsoever. I really should take it upon myself to do everything, but I am so tired. You were incredibly correct: I do need to take a break. I miss you more than my heart can convey. I long for your touch, and your kind heart. My letters are always somewhat long, but I seem to be running out of time. I love you with all my heart.

      Don't forget to write,
                            Your angel.

            I folded the letter and put it in the box with the other letters and poems. He had written me too many to count, but I had already memorized each one. I missed him so much I almost couldn't bear it. Of course, the often visits from Meg were helpful, and Gustave was constantly following me around the house. The occasional little kicks from the twins were helpful as well.

    The twins. I had completely forgotten to tell Erik about the twins. I had honestly forgot to tell anyone about the twins. Knowing if I didn't tell
him now I would forget, I got out some paper and a quill and ink, and began to write:

       My dearest Erik,
        In your last letter, you placed a comma after dearest, altering the phrase. I don't know if you meant it, but I love it all the same. We are all fine. Gustave has been fussy, but you know how much he misses you. We all do, really. It's as if you've taken half of me with you. I truly miss you with all my heart. I'm sure you are wondering how the pregnancy  is going. It truly is marvelous.

      Of course, I forgot to tell you something extremely important. You know how my mind forgets things. Well, we are having twins! Isn't that wonderful? I'd like to talk about names for our children. I have this strong feeling as if they are going to be boys, but I thought Gustave was going to be a girl and he certainly isn't. Well, I suppose that's all. Words cannot express how much I miss you. I long for your return. It feels like a nightmare that I can't wake up from. 

      I love you more than you will ever know. Do not forget to write. I have read every single letter you have sent to me. Your  most loving wife who misses you more than her heart can bear,
                                                                                                                                     Christine Destler.


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