The Angel of Music Sings for Me

Chapter 12: Wishing You Were Here

Rachel's POV

I woke up to a knock on my door at sometime earlier in the morning. It was just dawn. I thought it was Raoul, sigh, again. He's been standing outside my door every night for the past how many weeks. My Irene, it's so awkward in the morning.

I open the door and see Christine and before I could say anything, she put a finger to her lips. I peaked over to see Raoul, asleep in the chair outside of the door.

"Get dressed," Christine told me, "We're going to go to visit father."

This is the part of the musical where Christine goes to the cemetery to visit her father's grave. Erik comes along and tries to win her over again. Then Raoul steps in and a bunch of crazy stuff happens.

"Okay," I whisper back and shut the door. I found a dark blue cloak and dress similar to the stage production. I put them on before sneaking out of the room. I met with Christine down the stairs. I felt like we were teenagers sneaking to some party without our father's consent. We reached the open carriage.

"To my father's grave please," Christine told him as we left. We headed through the foggy and snowy streets, till we reached the gates. I didn't notice it go by, my mind was in the lair.

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name-

"Rachel," Christine snapped me out of my thoughts as we were getting off the carriage, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I cleared my head, "I'm fine."

"You can visit your parents here too if you want," Christine offered.

"No, it's okay," I reassured her with a wry smile, "I'll be okay."

"You're sure?" she asked before I nodded, "Okay."

She grabbed a red rose bouquet and stood right beside me as we walked slowly past the gates of the cemetery. The fog was a little more ominous now that we're surrounded by all of the memorials and graves. I started to think of Erik, and how he's been gone since I've come back.

"You were once, my one companion," I started to sing, "You were all that mattered."

"You were once a friend and father," Christine sang with tears in her eyes, probably thinking of Erik as not being the angel she once thought he was.

"Then my world was shattered," we sang together.

"Wishing you were somehow here again," I sang.

"Wishing you were somehow near," Christine followed with her voice.

"Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here," we sang together.

"Wishing I could hear your voice again," I sang, thinking of when Erik and I sang together.

"Knowing that I never would," Christine sang.

"Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could."

"Passing bells," I sang looking around the cemetery, "and sculpted angels."

"Cold and monumental," Christine responded, "Seem for you
The wrong companions."

"You were warm and gentle," I sang with a sad smile.

Christine and I reached the memorial of her father, Gustave Daae. I couldn't help but get emotional by looking at it.

"Too many years," I sang before Christine echoed, "Fighting back tears."

"Why can't the past just die?" We sang together, "Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing me must say goodbye."