Phantom POV:
Madame Giry hesitated after I recited my plan to her. She didn't want to go through with it, but she knew I was dying. I needed help, and the only help I would get was from Christine Daae. Giry also knew this, which is exactly why she finally agreed through a long sigh.
It was set in place. I gave my friend the rose, tied neatly in a black ribbon, with the note. All I had to do now was wait.
Christine POV:
"Raoul," I voiced over shoulder, "I think we should start picking out names. You know, for our child." I set down my knitting needles on the wooden desk to the side of the couch. I held onto the ball of yarn, making sure it didn't unravel as I swiveled my body to face my husband sitting at the dining table behind me.
"Of course!" He agreed, also setting aside his newspaper. "I was thinking, if it was a boy, he should have a prestigious name. Erik, perhaps?" My heart tugged at the all-too familiar name. No one knew HIS name, excluding me. I recalled the face of my once Angel of Music. The mask. His sorrowful eyes. I decided I wouldn't, or more as couldn't, name my child after a long forgotten memory.
"Maybe," I said after sometime. I let the silence drag on a bit before I continued. "If it was a girl, I was thinking Sarah? I find that name quite lovely."
"Oh, yes. I also adore the name Jane, so what if we combined the two? Sarah-Jane?" My husband questioned. I had to agree, the thought was beautiful. I could already see my sweet Sarah-Jane in my arms, cuddling into my chest as I rocked her back and forth.
We went over a few more ideas, openly sharing our opinions about each one. Only one seemed certain: Sarah-Jane. We were just getting to the different names for a boy when a loud, single knock rattled the door. I looked up at Raoul who seemed just as surprised. It was nearly ten at night, far to late for any unexpected visitors. As he moved to stand, I held up my hand in a single motion. I stood instead, preparing for anyone. However, as I opened the door just enough to look through I found it not a person at all, but a single red rose and sealed envelope on our door mat.
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Her Innocence || Phantom of the Opera
Fanfic"Christine, I love you." The phantom's voice played a sweet tune in my mind. It was the first time he had confessed his love, but sadly, I couldn't return the favor. He had given me everything, fame, fortune, and a life of excitement and curiosity...
