My Angel of Music

You're the Phantom!

My eyes were heavy, and I felt sweat roll down my forehead.  I could hear voices whisper beside me, so I forced my eyelids open.  The room was blurry and dark, but I could make out two figures.  One was a man, another a woman.  It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, but when they did, I tried to scramble off of the bed and run away.  But I realized I was too weak to stand, so I collapsed right back onto the bed.  The man ( the Phantom) stood from his seat and rushed to me with a worried look clearly written on his face.  "Christine, lay back down."  He soothed.  I flinched away from him and scooted to the farthest side of the bed.  He looked disappointed at my actions, but right now I didn't really care.  Where was I?  Where was Raoul?  The last thing I remembered, I was being dragged to the gandola while the Phantom yelled for our immediate exit.  

"Where am I?  Where is Raoul?  What have you done with him?"  I croaked.  My voice cracked, as if it hadn't been used in a long time.  The Phantom raised his hands, as if he was showing me that he wouldn't harm me.  "Christine, don't you remember?"  He whispered.  I didn't answer, only stared at him with wide, fearful eyes.  He sighed and lowered his hands.  I grasped the sheets between my pale, shaking hands as if I could use them to defend myself.  "Christine, you came back for me.  Don't you remember?"  

My mind was in a haze.  It was if I knew something, but I just couldn't grasp it.  "We're married, Angel."  He whispered.  I knit my brows together and shook my head.  "But Raoul?"  I said to myself.  "Raoul is gone." He answered stiffly.  Tears formed in my eyes at this.  Why would I choose the Phantom?  Why would I simply let Raoul go?  These were questions that he couldn't tell me.  "You got a fever the other night.  Ever since then, you said you were having flashbacks and strange dreams.  Does that ring a bell?"

Suddenly. the female stood and I almost started to cry in relief.  Finally, a face I could trust.  "Meg, what's happening?"  I whimpered.  She shoved the Phantom aside.  Yes, shoved!  I would never have dreamed of that!  What if he killed her with his noose?  He didn't seem to mind, and watched as she climbed into bed with me and put her arm around my shoulders.  I felt safer now that she was here.  Meg looked at the Phantom and raised her eyebrows.  "Maybe you should leave while I tell her the story."  She ordered.  I gulped in preperation for his wrath, but it didn't come.  He simply nodded and with one sad last look, walked out of the room.  

"Meg, what is happening?  The last thing I remember is being dragged off by Raoul from the Phantom's lair!"  I cried, as I let the tears loose.  She nodded and rubbed my back.  "Christine, do you not remember what you did next?"  She asked.  I sniveled and shook my head.  My brown curls fell into my face and Meg gently tucked them behind my ear.  

"You realized that you loved Erik and you went back to him."  Wait?  Who was Erik?  I gave Meg a questioning look and she rolled her eyes.  "Erik is the Phantom."  She explained.  I nodded in realization.  I remembered thinking that maybe I should go back as Raoul dragged me away.  I didn't want to leave him, in fact I had just realized that I loved him more than I ever imagined.  It was that kiss.  That kiss that made me shiver just thinking about it.  That kiss that was wet with tears but passionate all the same.  "You left with him, and he proposed to you on a beach in southern France.  You were married in a meadow that's not far from here.  Then Mother died and I wrote to you and Erik invited me to come stay with you."  She explained.  

I stared at her, my eyes wide and blank.  This was all so much to take in.  "Is he still...."  I began but Meg answered before I could finish.  "He is no longer the Phantom, Christine.  He is a new man.  You have changed him."  She whispered.  I blinked and nodded.  He was no longer menacing or evil.  He was simply a man.  My husband, in fact. "Oh, and uh.....Well I'll let him tell you that."  She stuttered.  I furrowed my brow.  "Do you want to see him?"  She asked.  I thought for a moment.  For some reason I contracted a fever, and forgot everything.  So, the Phantom of the Opera was my husband.....And we were happy?