Till I Hear You Sing(Final Book)

Chapter 2- Please Mother I Want To Go Back.

Christine Daae
"Mother, where is my sheet music?" Gustave shouted from his room. I sighed, pushing my hair out of my face for the fifth time in a minute.

"I don't know, dear. It must be in one of the boxes we haven't unpacked yet. Why don't you look in the girls' room?"

"Okay," he grumbled. Gustave had not been the happiest with all this moving. He didn't understand why Erik wasn't with us. I tried my best to explain it to him, but there wasn't much I could do. Just as I was beginning to calm down, the girls started to cry. "Mother!" Gustave shouted.

"I am coming, Gustave, be patient," I hissed, swiftly walking into the nursery. I picked up Presley, bouncing her up and down. "Gustave, please hold Harmony while I calm down your sister."

"This wouldn't happen if papa could be here."

"What a pity that is then, Gustave."

"Why can't he come back?" Gustave sighed.

"He just...He just can't, Gustave. Try to understand this. Please," I pleaded.

     "You don't love him anymore, do you?" This broke my heart. I looked at Gustave, holding his little sister, a look of despair spread upon his face. I put Presley back in her crib.

     "Gustave, I love your father very, very much. You have no idea how much I love him. I miss him too. I know how hard this is. It is hard for me, too. I did not plan on raising the girls and you without him, but things change.

     "Perhaps one day, we can go back and be with your father, but right now we need to be apart," I explained.

     "But why, Mama?" Gustave sniffled.

     "Let's not argue. You will understand in time," I whispered, kissing his cheek. I took Harmony from him and placed her back in her crib.

     "Mama, can I ask one more question?" He asked. I smiled.

     "Of course, Mon Ange."

     "Does papa still love you?" My heart dropped. What was I supposed to tell him when I didn't even know the answer to this myself?

     "Of course, Gustave, why-", I stopped. I couldn't lie to him. "Gustave, I don't know. Your father has made some mistakes. These mistakes are very bad ones. He promised me he still loves me, so we have no choice but to believe his promise. Has your father ever broken a promise before?"

     "No, Mama."

     "Then he wouldn't be breaking one now, would he?"

     "No, Mama, but...does he still love me?"

     "Oh, darling!" I knelt down to meet his height. I smiled, wiping a tear from his cheek.

     Loves a curious thing
   
     It often comes disguised

     Look at love the wrong way

    It goes un-recognized

    So look with your heart

     And not with your eyes

    A heart understands

    A heart never lies

    Believe what it feels

   And trust what it shows

    Look with your heart

    The heart always knows.

     Love is not always beautiful, not at the start

     So open your arms, and close your eyes tight

     Look with your heart

     And when it finds love

     Your heart will be right.

      "I love you, Mama," Gustave whispered, hugging my waist.

       "And I love you, forever," I whispered back.

Erik Destler

   She is gone. My entire life is gone. She has taken them. And she has taken my heart. I am left with nothing but a big empty house with too many memories. They are never coming back. Erik is alone. Erik is always alone. The worst part of it all is that it's Erik's fault somehow. What did Erik do wrong? Why did the angel leave with Erik's precious children? What did Erik do? It's always Erik's fault. Always. Always...

     Once upon another time, our story had only begun.

     You chose to turn the page. And I made choices too.

     Once upon that other time, we did what we thought must be done.

     And now we have no choice.

     We do what we must do.

       We love, we live, we give what we can give.

     And take what little we deserve.

     Once upon another time, I knew how our story would end.

     And maybe I was wrong, but now the moments gone.

     Were it still that other time, I'd make time itself somehow bend.

     But now I'm not that strong.

     And time keeps moving on.

     We love, we live, we give what we can give.

     And take what little we deserve.

     We love, we live, we give what we can give.

      And take what little we deserve.

      Once upon another time...

     This is so shoooort I'm so sorry. I'm busy but I needed to update soooo here you go it's crap.