Phantom Of The Opera Christine x Erik One-Shots

Masquerade PT.1

The night was young, fireworks were being sent off into the air, people were laughing, dancing, and as Christine walked along the darker hallways she could see some couples sharing a private moment so she did her best to be quiet as she slipped by.

She dreaded to be around Meg, when Raoul first walked into the opera house, Christine watched Meg's eyes twinkled with hope when Raoul came to talk to Christine, she saw a chance, a chance to make Meg happy.

She insisted that he meet her best friend, she knew Raoul obviously still had something for her the way he insisted on putting it off. But she knew it would be near impossible to start dating again after all these years, she knew she no longer felt anything towards Raoul. Meg and Raoul had a chance, but she did not, Meg had been invited to dinner with him and of course she accepted.

Christie did her best to be happy for her, and when Meg came back she was acting like a giddy schoolgirl. She said his mom actually talked to her, something Christine warned her might not happen. When Christine had last seen Raaouls mom, she gave her a cold empty look that made her feel like she might puke.

She stole a glance towards Meg and Raoul, she felt her heart drop to her feet and shatter. Why did she feel this way? She should be happy should she not? It had been years, Raou had looked at Meg before he even recognized her.

It was because Meg was a blonde, wasn't it? Nobody liked brunettes, her curls were flying everywhere men were sure to notice a blonde from a mile away. Meanwhile Meg curled her straight golden locks around her fingers nervously, her skin was not nearly as pale as Christines was.

Now Meg was not tan per say, Christine always thought Meg was prettier than her, ever since she was a little girl. Christine always managed to find some way to make Meg seem more appealing in her head.

Christine hated herself, Meg was not nearly as shy as Christine was, Christine could barely talk to the rest of the ballet girls without feeling her stomach twist and turn with anxiety. Meg got right up and yelled at a stagehand for touching her, Christine could never be able to do that.

Megs eyes were a beautiful sapphire blue, her cheeks were rosy, and she had a decent body. Christine's eyes were dirt brown, her cheeks dusted with freckles, which she hid with makeup more often than not, and she could see her stomach fat showing in her ballet outfit. She didn't think it was so much, Raoul and Meg getting together, it was more like Meg was prettier then Christine enough to start dating her childhood sweetheart.

And here Christine was standing alone in the dark hallway, her terrible thoughts about herself clouding her mind.

I'm not as pretty as her,

I should be better,

I'm not good enough,

I'm not smart enough,

I'm not strong enough,

I'm not pretty enough,

I don't do well enough,

I can't do anything right,

I can't dance,

I'm weak,

I'm stupid,

I'm ugly,

Ugly,

UGLY,

STUPID,

WEAK,

FAT,

Christine was frozen, she was lost in her terrible thoughts, but nobody could see, nobody would care. She backed herself up into a wall, she lowered her head staring at the ground numbly.