Till I Hear You Sing(Final Book)

Chapter 1- It's Over Now.

Erik Destler

"You want a what?"

"A divorce. It's over, Erik." My heart felt like it had just been shattered.

"No, Christine. Please. Think of what this would do to Gustave or the girls! Please!" I tried to reason with her, but her eyes looked so cold. I wondered if my eyes ever looked like that to her.

"You are telling me that I am hurting our children? No, Erik, it is you who has broken us. It is you who's torn everything apart. Please, though, continue telling me how your mistakes are my fault!" Anger seethed through me.

"Damn you, Christine, what are you talking about? I have made no mistakes! Stop acting like a child and grow up!" Her eyes went wide. A fire spread.

"I need to grow up? Oh, please, Erik! I am grown up! I have been alone, taking care of our children for months and months while you were off writing amateur pieces of music!"

And then it was silent, as if we were in the eye of a hurricane. I looked at her, trying my best to speak softly. "If I had known you weren't fond of my music, I never would have bothered trying to love you, Miss Daae. If a divorce is what you want, I will be happy to oblige."

"Erik..." For a moment, a mere moment, I thought she would go back on her word. Just as quickly as it came, though, the hope was diminished. "Yes. I would like that very much."

"Very well. I suppose you could stay here until you find a place for your own. I am more than willing to sleep in the guest room." I wasn't willing at all, actually. I thought I could convince her to stay forever if I had her with me once more.

"Well, I managed to find a place to stay. It's in town, and it is near the opera house and the park, so I think the children will like it very much. I found it a few days ago, suprisingly." She seemed very fond of her new home. It angered me, though I did not show it.

"Surely you need help with the girls. You cannot do this on your own," I insisted.

"I manage, Erik," She said stubbornly. I gave a stiff nod.

"I will help you get them in the carriage, then."

Christine Daae

"Is that all of it?" Erik asked, smiling at me. I could see right through the smile, and, quite frankly, I was glad I wouldn't be around to see him take off his mask of self control. However, a part of me wanted to stay. A part of me wanted to trail behind him like I always used to, picking up the shattered pieces and putting them back together. A part of me wanted to continue trying to fix him, but it wasn't my job anymore. I was no longer his wife. His one saving grace, as he called me on numerous occasions, was gone.

"Yes, I think it is. I will be in contact with you soon. I am not going to forbid you to see your children," I explained, speaking in a tone of nonchalance.

"All right. I will talk with you soon, then."

"Surely."

Erik Destler

I watched as Christine and my children drove away. I watched as my entire life left me. No. This could not be happening. No. No. Why? Why me? Have I done so much wrong in my life that I deserve this sort of hell?

I stormed into the house, desperately looking for something to smash. Then, I saw it: The small, crystal heart that Christine had given to me on our anniversary sat where it always had, right on the shelf, next to a wilted rose I had given to Christine so long ago. I held it in my hand. The memories flooded back.

For you, she had said, I have given my heart to you forever. What a very good liar my wife was. A very good liar indeed. Her heart was no longer mine, and, yet, my heart still stayed with her.

I threw the heart to the ground. This heart no longer resembled Christine's. It resembled mine, shattered to bits. I let out a chest rippling sob. I threw the oil lamp across the room. I was lucky it didn't start a fire. I wanted it to, though. I wanted to burn everything that resembled our dead love. I looked at my bag. I ran to it, finding all the songs I had wanted to show Christine. She didn't care about my music anymore. Why should I keep them? Without her, what are they for? I crumpled the sheets of music. I ripped some. I threw some. I screamed. I screamed some more. This was the end of me. I wanted to die. I wanted to die so badly.

Then, I remembered Gustave. I remembered the girls. I remembered the way Gustave ran into my arms the minute I got home. I remembered the way my daughter felt in my arms. I remembered how much they loved me. That was enough for now. That was enough to keep me hoping for a little while. I wouldn't go on forever, no, but I could think a little more clearly. I could see the meaning of life, dimly. I took a deep breath. I felt calmer now.

I would live for a little while longer. I would live until my children could understand what heartbreak did to a person. I would live long enough to make sure none of my children had to experience what I had experienced. I would live long enough to see Christine smile again. Then, when all were happy, and when my family could pity me, I would die. When they could let go of me, and when they could see clearly why I couldn't bear to live anymore, I would leave them, and go to a place where I could no longer experience any pain.

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