Chapter 24: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

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Christine pov

Here I am in Paris again it's been about two weeks now and it feels odd to be back here I never thought I would. It's not that I don't love Paris it's just that when Erik divorced me I just had to get away from all of this, mostly the memories. It's also nice to have something to come home to. Of course Sweden will always be home and have a place in my heart but Paris is were I belong. I just had to get away I needed the silence around me, trying to remind myself how it was in the beginning. I just hope this new year that's coming up will be better.

I walked around in the empty hallway at the opera. It's like I'm seeing it all for the first time, the sounds, the smells and the colours. As it comes for me and Erik I don't know what we are and I can't really see us having a future together. He said it himself, he blames my son for what I've done. I don't know what I'm going to do with the both of them.

I know I have to hide Henry from the public eye other wise people will talk. Of course I'll tell him about his real father I won't do the same thing to him as I did with Gustave. But there were moments when I thought I should have it would be easier that way. I was walking down the hallway and it was almost to quiet in here. It was Sunday, no work just church. Of course some might still work like the doctors which is exactly were I'm going. It's just a check up nothing serious I hope.

It took about ten minutes to walk to the hospital were I would meet my doctor.
After waiting a while he called my name and I followed him into his clinic.

"Good morning Miss Daaé I'm doctor Jekyll now let's have a look inside that body of yours."

Oh save me...

"What scar is that on your stomach?" He asked me I forgot about that...

"I was shot about two years ago" I said shortly trying to forget that horrible night and to hurry things up a bit.
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After close examinations and writings he stoped and locked at me. "Well?" I asked now being nervous. What if I really am sick?

"Am I really sick? I asked him letting my fear out. He just laughed at me. Trying to calm me down. It helped a little.

"Nothing nine months won't cure"
"What?"
"Congratulations your carrying twins"

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