Christine
I woke up to the sound of a music box. It played a sweet melody, but it was over much too soon. That's when I remembered the previous night. I was in my angel's home. I stood up, and stretched. I walked out, and thought of that night.
I remember there was mist,
Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake.And on the lake there was a boat, and on the boat there was a man...
I walked over to my angel, he was playing the organ vigorously, and I wondered out loud,
Who was that shape in the shadows,
Who's is that face in the mask?I debated whether I should take off his mask. What was I thinking?! What right did I have to take off my angels mask? I was not an idiot! Instead, I touched his shoulder.
"Hello, mon ange."
He turned around, and gave me a smile.
"I see you are awake. How did you sleep?"
"I haven't slept so well for quite a while."
"I'm glad to hear that. Shall we have a lesson?"
"Of course!"
We proceeded to have a lesson, but the whole time my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about how much he had done for me, and how he could possibly want to teach me.
"Christine, are you alright? "
I looked up quickly,
"Oh yes, I'm fine, just thinking. "
"About what, may I ask?"
"I was thinking about how much you have done for me, and why you chose to teach me."
He smiled softly, with a look in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat.
"I chose you because you are the most amazing woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I do all this because I love you. "
I looked at him for a moment, before I blacked out.
Erik
I watched Christines reaction closely. Her eyes were wide, and her pink lips slightly parted. Suddenly, her beautiful eyes fluttered shut, and she began to fall. I ran over and caught her before her body hit the ground.
Oh great, you told her you loved her and she fainted out of horror. I carried her over to the Swan bed, and set her down. I watched as she curled up, and I sighed sadly.
Of course she could never love me back. I should probably send her back to the Vicomte. I would be so much more of a monster to keep her from him. He was better than me in every possible way. But it would be so painful to send her back. Why don't you just keep her with you for a few more days? I shook the silly thoughts out of my head, and scooped up Christine. She sighed, and snuggled against my chest. She murmured something quietly, and kept sleeping.
My heart broke as I took her back to her actual bed.
This is the right thing to do.
Elodie
I woke abruptly covered in cold sweat. I had just had a nightmare about the most terrifying thing. An orange business man was ruling the world.
You have nightmares about the weirdest things!
Whatever, I didn't need anyone's approval on what I should be afraid of.
I got dressed quickly, and walked over to my door. Just as I was about to open it, it swung open.
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An Angels Opera
FanfictionWhen Erik Destler tries to win Christine Daaé's heart, he needs some help. He enlists Christines friend, Elodie, to help him, and a beautiful friendship is born. This is the true story of the Opera Ghost. Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Ope...