To Save You I Will Die (Phantom Of The Opera x Oc)

Chapter: 10 Twisted Every Way

"Ma lutine (English translation: My elf/ my pixie), what are you doing? We are going to miss the party," Meg, with her vibrant hair swaying and slight makeup on her face. She was taller with age and had turned into a beautiful woman.

She had a slight sweat on her brow from working all night. Her feat was somewhat bare with her shoes in her hands.

Luckily I did not have to be on my feet like her all the time.

I sat on a chair, putting together. Some of the skirts had broken during tonight's performance. It was strange thinking about it.

I had spent almost two years here, and it was going well.

Christine and I had made up, but I could feel her slowly drifting apart, which caused me to worry. She told me to visit her less and less, which resulted in me now only visiting her once or twice a month.

It had caused me heartache, but I believed that my overwhelming pressure on her would cause her to hate music.

I did not want to make the same mistake others had. Yet, I wish Christine did not have to push me away.

She had become very secretive this past month. I was unsure of the reasoning why, but it was getting to be too much.

Surprisingly everyone began to warm up to me, and I felt like a real family with everyone. Madame Giry reminded me of an Aunt strict but sweet.

Meg, the girl who was waiting for me, began to walk towards me, looking at what I was sewing.

It was already October 11th, my 18th birthday.

I planned to spend the day with Christine today. I would go all out and get her a cake and a new dress, but Christine wanted to spend it with her school friends. Which made sense; she was growing older and was being independent.

It was still sad to think she didn't want me at her 18th birthday.

My other birthdays, when spent with Christine, were always the best. I had never really liked my birthday since it was never really celebrated. This year would be the first time I did not celebrate since I got here.

Throwing myself into work, I tried my best to forget this fact.

It was a great thing that we were working on the Holiday performance as well as the play we were performing now, the Tempest.

"What are you doing," she asks in a voice full of curiosity. Her light brown eyes are looking around at my stitching.

I smiled, "One of the sugar plum fairies outfits had been broken during fitting."

My hands quickly went up, and the hole was now unnoticeable.

Her eyes showed brightly. "Ma lutine, your hands are so lite and quick; how are you able to do that?"

I smiled at her revealing the outfit, "Magic!"

We both began to laugh. Meg grabs my arm and tries to take me out of the room. I stopped her from taking me forward.

"I can't yet; there are so many dresses that I have to complete." I pointed to the outfits behind me, pilling.

She crossed her arms over her chest. The pile of clothes did not amuse her.

"You have been working tirelessly for so long. Take a break; you have been working none stop this whole time," she said in an irritated tone, upset with me.

It was none stop in the entertainment world.

I, of course, never really took into account the background events that have to take place. It was like looking like the strings being pulled by a marionette.