Let the Dream Descend (Phantom of the Opera Fanfic)

The Answer is staring at us in the Face

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Christine POV

Through the crowds of screams and chaos, I could only hear my own thoughts. He was alive. Erik was alive. And he loved me. He still loved me. My angel. He loved me.

"Christine!" I snap my head up to see Jack holding his hand out as the crowd kept pushing him away. I run forward to him, trying to push away my deep thoughts.

"We need to go back to the hotel. Raoul said it was safest there," he blankly said as he grasped my hand and led me away from the crowd. I turned around to look up at the Populaire. At least it wasn't in flames. Once we're were away from the crowd and Populaire, Jack let go of my hand and walked ahead of me. Then, I remembered why. I sang with Raoul.

I sang.

I kissed Raoul. Then Erik came. Then we sang once more. But we sang of our night together.

We sang of our night. The night I slipped away to be with him. And now Jack knew everything, and did Raoul about Erik and I.

"Jack...Jack please wait," I said as I jogged up to him. "I know you're mad. You have every right to be mad. I don't even know how to explain all of this."

"Then don't bother," he snapped as he walked inside the hotel.

I was on the verge of tears as I stopped before entering. I never wanted to hurt him. There was no intention. He brought me here. I never knew Raoul would be here again. I always wished Erik would be alive. But I never thought my wish would be true. My life could've been something normal. I wiped my tears running down my cheeks and stepped into the hotel.

Jack POV

I walked ahead to avoid looking Chris in the eyes. Her blue eyes. How could she do this to me? Everything was supposed to be perfect. I was supposed to go on one knee tonight. I was supposed to ask Christine to spend the rest of my life with her. She was my other whole. Was? Tears formed in my eyes as I sprinted up the stairs to get to my hotel room. I scoff as I couldn't find my keys.

"Crap!" I slam my fist against my door and slide down to sit. I place my head on my hands as I try to understand all that has happened.

Gentle footsteps come down the hallway and stop right in front of me.

"You said you would've lost it," a frail voice whispered.

I look up to find Christine holding out my keys. I stand up and dust the dirt off my clothes. I avoid eye contact as I take the keys from her. But she doesn't let go of the key.

"I've messed up so many times Jack," she begins, "with you...I didn't want to make that mistake...with you, I didn't want to lose you the way I lost them both," I look up to find her wiping a tear down her cheek.

I take the keys from her to open my room. I open the door and I finally make eye contact with her, allowing her to come in. She complies and walks in. I shut the door and we stand in the middle of the room, facing each other.
"What do you mean you don't want to lose me like you lost both of them?" I say to break the silence in the air.

"They gave me a choice. I had to choose. And I did," she looked down to play with her fingers, "I chose wrong Jack. And when I—when I went back, I was pushed away. I was denied. Everything fell apart from the beginning. I should have known better. But I was only 16 years old, hardly 17, what could I have done? I felt so alone. I felt alone without my father. Without my angel of music. Everyone—everyone deceived me," she began to sob as she fell to the floor.