When I Hear You Sing.(Phantom Of The Opera)

Chapter 17- Burn.

Christine Destler.

I set down the pamphlet, deciding that I desired my sanity more than I desired to know what my husband had said to his lover.

I couldn't stop shivering. I walked over to the fireplace and started a fire. Erik usually did that, but he wasn't here, and I didn't want him to be here. After starting the fire, I sat down at the piano, playing an unfamiliar melody. I took out all the letters he had sent to me, looking at each one, admiring his beautiful calligraphy.

Hatred coursed as I read the letters. His writing changed. He seemed more distant. I knew it was because of her. I imagined the young maiden that stole my husband's love. I imagined her hands on him. I imagined her wrapping her arms around his neck.

I was truly going to lose my mind, thinking like this. I couldn't get the image out of my mind. It stayed there, taunting me. I wasn't enough. I never was. I never would be. I wasn't enough. He wanted more. I couldn't give it to him. He would never be satisfied, and I should have known that, but I chose to believe he could be satisfied. I chose to believe a lie. I chose to believe that I would be enough.

I sat down at the piano, playing the unfamiliar melody again. Words flooded my mind, and I let my voice ring throughout the beautiful and perfectly neat music room.

I saved every letter you wrote me.

From the moment I read them, I knew you were mine.

You said you were mine.

I thought you were mine.

Do you know what Megan said, when we saw your first letter arrive?

She said, "Be careful with that one love. He will do what it takes to survive."

You and your words flooded my senses.

Your sentences left me defenseless. You built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals.

I felt a somewhat melancholy as I sang, reading the letters.

I'm rereading the letters you wrote me.

I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line, and when you were mine, the world seemed to burn.

Burn.

I looked at the pamphlet, a sudden anger washed over me.

You sent me the letters she wrote you.

You told our whole world how you brought this girl into our bed, in clearing your name, you have ruined our lives.

Do you know what Megan said, when she read what you've done?

She said, "You have married an icarus. He has flown too close to the sun."

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy! Your sentences border on senseless. And you are paranoid in every paragraph how they perceive you!

You, you, you...

I looked at the fire. My eyes burned. I didn't care what I was doing anymore. I was angry. I hated what he did. I hated what he had done to everything we worked for. I hated him. I looked at the letters, written perfectly, yet imperfectly. I started to rip the letters.

I'm erasing myself from the narrative.

Let future historians wonder how Christine reacted when you broke heart.

You have torn it all apart!

I'm watching it burn!

I stared at the pamphlet. I couldn't handle it anymore. I just couldn't. . I threw the letters in the fire, one after another, I watched them burn. And it felt good. It felt wonderful.

Watching it burn!

Our world has no right to my heart!

Our world has no place in our bed!

They don't get to know what I said!

I'm burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed you!

I wasn't even in control anymore. My anger controlled me. I was entirely hollow.

You forfeit all rights to my heart!

You forfeit the place in our bed!

You'll sleep in your office instead, with only the memories of when you were mine!

I fell to the floor, placing the last letter that he had written to me into the fire, letting it burn and disappear before my eyes.

I hope that you burn.

I took a deep breath. I could feel myself hyperventilating. I let the tears fall down my cheeks. I stood up. I stared at all the beautiful sheets of music that Erik had written for me, or so I thought. Suddenly, I doubted everything.

Had any of the songs ever been about me? Were they all about this mysterious girl who stole my fallen idol's heart? I wiped all the sheets off the piano. It felt good. I threw more to the floor. Then more. And more.

Screams rippled from my chest. I sobbed loudly, completely destroying the entire music room. I fell once again to the ground.

I stared in shock and horror. Everything was destroyed. One thing remained completely and truly untouched. The little pamphlet.

Leave it, I thought, let him see what he's done to your family, your livelihood.

I looked around, taking it in once more. And then I walked upstairs, leaving the unruly mess I made.

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