I Alone Could Hear the Music (Learn to be Lonely pt.2)

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Christines POV

.....BAM! I woke up.

Perfectly fine in my hospital bed.

"Morning," I hear Erik coo. "You ready to come home?" he asks.

"Gimme a minute, Erik." I say. "May you wait outside for me?"

"Of course, darling." he leans down and kisses my forehead before leaving the hospital room.

My mind, it rushes to that night kn the balcony with Raoul.

No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide eyed fears

Im here. Nothing can harm you

My words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom

Let daylight dry Your tears

Im here, with you, beside you

To guard you and to guide you.

Say you'll love me every waking moment.

Turn my head with talk of summertime.

Say you need me with you now and always.

Promise me that all you say is true.

Thats all I ask of you.

Let me be your shelter

Let me be your light

You're safe. No one can find you

Your fears are far behind you.

All I want is freedom,

A world with no more night

And you, always beside me,

To hold me and to hide me.

Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime.

Let me lead you from your solitude.

Say you need me with you here, beside you.

Anywhere you go, let me go too.

Christine, thats all I ask of you.

Say you'll share with one love, one life time.

Say the word and I will follow you.

Share each day with me, each night, each morning.

Say you love me

     You know I do.

Love me, thats all I ask of you.

Anywhere you go, let me go too.

Love me thats all I ask of you.

Raoul and I kiss, happily. Not a care in the world at that point.

I must go, they'll wonder where I am.

Come with me, Raoul.

Christine I love you.

Order Your fine horses,

Be with them at the door.

And soon, you'll be beside me.

You'll guard me and you'll guide me.

Raoul an I walk off the chill balcony into the sweaty warmth of the opera house.

"Christine, are you alright?" I snap out of my flashback.

I turn around to see who asks.

"You are here," I say breathlessly.

"Of course, but the names Jonathan, I had to change it or else they'd catch me and throw me back into the slammer,"

It was Raoul, his hair short and black, very skinny, and with a new name of Jonathan.

"What were you thinking about there, Christine?"

"Stay away from me," I say through firmly gritted teeth.

He takes a step t'wards me. "Stay away!" I yell.

Erik rushes in, past Jonathan. "Who is this man, Christine?" he askes me.

"Raoul."