The Lady Or the Beauty

Wishing....

Christine's POV

I woke up in a warm room and blurry visions of people around me. I sat up and saw a nice young man and woman. They look like they are married. A young red headed, curly woman and a dark brown haired man who was tall like.... Erik.... I held back a sob.

"Hello Miss, my name is Emma Jones and this is my husband Killian. We found you outside near our home, are you alright?" I looked at her and shook my head.

"No...I'm sorry I'm not. I just....I lost my husband...on the titanic." I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started sobbing like crazy.

"Oh Miss, I'm so sorry." She gently hugged me and I hugged back. "A lot of people lost someone they love on that stupid boat." Emma said and pulled away, handing me a hankerchief. Taking it I wiped away my tears.

"Thank you Mrs Jones."

"Please, call me Emma." She smiled and I smiled slightly back. Even though I did not feel like it.

"Well thank you Emma..."

"If it's not to much of prying...What was your husbands name." I looked at them and sighed.

"His name was Erik Destler." The both looked at each other like they new something but I was too upset to care.

"Well I'm very sorry for your loss." Killian said and knelt down to my height. "How is your arms?" I looked down and gasped when I saw them bandaged. I looked at Emma and she held my hand.

"I've been through the same thing. When I though I lost Killian at a job accident...I couldn't bear not living without him." She lifted up her sleeve and showed me her past scars. "And Honey, that kind of behavior isn't acceptable no matter what. It's not worth it. Especially if you don't know if you'll even end up in the same place in the after life. But I know that, if Killian did...move on in life and same goes for me, then he and I would want each other to move on. To live a happy life...even though the first few moment's are unbearable. Love will never die though....it lives on and continues no matter what. Dead or alive love will continue." I looked at Emma and tilted my head. She was right.... but I couldn't let go just yet.

"Excuse me, if I may...what is your name?" It was then I realized they spoke French! I am so thank full for that.

"Um... Christine Da- Destler. Christine Elizabeth Daae Destler."

"Well Christine, we will be happy if you stayed with us while you get back on your feet. We actually saw you back in Paris! Your voice is so beautiful!" I smiled slightly and blushed.

"Thank you...um....what happened to the other passengers on the boat?"

"Well um.... since most people are....well unaccesable they um. Made hedgestone to all the passing passengers." This got my attention.

"Where are they?" I asked as I sat up more.

"Ah they are two blocks from here actually...." I nodded and got up quickly, noticing my bag I brought I raced to it and grabbed a black dress. "Where is your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, second door to the right. But what are-" I nodded and raced to it and quickly changed and came out. Grabbing my cloak. "Christine!" I turned to see them both right behind me.

"I'm sorry their's something I need to do." They looked at each other and nodded. Emma handed me a handful of red roses....how did she- Lucky guess. "Thank you." I smiled sweetly. "I'll be back." I raced out the door and went to the graveyard. I stopped right in front of it and took a few deep breathes to steady myself. I then slowly started walking and searching for one specific.

You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here

Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle

I started racing through the graveyard.

Too many years fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say, "Goodbye"
Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say, "Goodbye"
Help me say, "Goodbye"

Then I stopped in front of Erik's tombstone and I fell down crying.

Erik's POV

Soon my dear...very soon. I thought while behind the tree behind the tombstone. Watching over her for a bit then left.

AN: Hey guys! Anybody spot the Once Upon A Time reference?! If you did AWESOME! Yes I ship Captainswan! :)