Erik picked up a suitcase and kissed his wife on the cheek. "I'll be back next week." Erik said. He closed the door behind him as Christine watched. It was a monthly trip he would have to go on and Christine would never like it. She felt lonely around the house and Gustave only had his mother to keep him company. Christine sighed and sat down in the living room. Gustave was reading a book while Christine watched the flames from the fire.
All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Christine stood up and walked over to it. She opened the door to find a familiar looking man standing there. "Hello Madame Daae." He said. "Raoul? Uh....hello." Christine said. "May I come in?" He asked her. "Sure. Come right in." Christine held the door wide open for the young gentleman. He walked into the living room and sat down. "So why are you here Raoul?" Christine asked the fine gentleman. "I thought of seeing the fine soprano of the town." Raoul said. Christine giggled at the gentleman. "Why thank you." She said. Gustave looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "Mama, who is this man?" Gustave asked. "This is Raoul De Changy. The man from last week." Christine said. "I suppose he was part of your trio?" Raoul said. "Yes, he's our little violin player." Christine said.
"He sure is talented." Raoul said. "Well it was nice to meet you again. Bye." Christine said. Raoul stood up and walked to the front door. "Until we meet again Madame Daae." Raoul blew a kiss to the young maiden. Christine blushed as he closed the door behind him. Christine turned to look at her son. "Well, what do you want to do tonight Gustave?" Christine asked. Her son shrugged.
About a week had passed and Erik still had not returned. Christine was lonely most nights and feared for her husband's safe return. She would occasionally wake up early in the morning and would take long strolls before Gustave would wake up. Hours would soon turn to days. Ayesha would sit by the door just waiting for the man who had bought her. And she would go missing for hours at a time.
Christine woke up another morning and got dressed. She walked down the stairs and looked out the window. The moon was full and she was reminded of Erik's face. "Wherever are you Erik?" She asked herself. She walked out the door and into the cool autumn morning. She enjoyed taking midnight strolls around town to see what was new. She stood looking over the bay. "Oh Erik, wherever are you?" She asked herself. She felt warm salty tears run down her face. She craved him. She missed him so much. She fell to her knees and she began to cry.
"Excuse me madame?" A familiar voice interrupted her fit of sobs. She looked up and turned around. A smile spread across her face as she saw the familiar man. She wiped her eyes as to try and not show any tears. "Are you okay?" Raoul asked. "What are you doing up at this hour?" She asked him. Raoul chuckled. "I don't know why but I love the feeling of the fresh midnight air." Raoul said. He looked up at the moon. Christine stood up and her attention went to the moon. The sliver moonlight shone down from above. "Where's your husband Madame Daae?" Raoul asked her. "He's off on a weekly trip." Christine responded. There was a gentle breeze in the wind. Christine began to shiver. Raoul looked at her and he noticed that she was cold. "Here take my jacket." He said. He put his trench coat on Christine's shoulders and she smiled. "Thank you." She said. "No, please. I don't need to be thanked." He said. "Well I better get home. Gustave must be missing me." Christine said.
She opened her front door and Ayesha ran up to her. "What is it girl?" Christine asked. Ayesha let out a soft meow. "Do you need to go outside?" She asked her. At that moment, her front door opened. She felt the cool morning air hit her back. She slowly turned around and in the moonlight, she saw a dark silhouette of her husband. "Christine..." His voice made her feel sleepy. She suddenly felt sleep overtake her. Her limbs became weak and she fell back.
Erik stood there with the suitcase in his hand. Before Christine could close her eyes, she saw a glimpse of her husband's face in the pale moonlight. It was different.
To be continued....
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Fanfiction'Music is the emotional life of most people' -Leonardo Cohen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erik and Christine are a married couple just trying to make a decent life for their son Gustave. But not everything is perfect. (Modren Day phanfic)
