Author: Emily "Flockie" Hall

Title: It Had To Be You…

Date Started: September 26th, 2007

Genre: Romance

Rated:M for Mature

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.

A/N:Thoughts are in italic font.

Summary:This is my first POTO fic... so yeah. This is a story based roughly on the movie... but the movie hasn't taken place... and never will really in my story. I decided I wanted to make my own unique little diddy. I'm sure others have done it, but I wanted to do it MY way. Lol. I only hope that whomever reads this is pleased with it. Anyway, it takes place at the same time and I have the ages a little different. Erik is in his 20's... probably 26. Christine is four years younger, so she is 22. Meg is 21 and Raoul is 23. Madame Giry is 44, making her quite a bit older when she found Erik. I did this because I wanted Erik and Christine to be a bit closer in age, in order to relate to it more adequately... though there are many who did and still do marry at the most oddest of ages. Anyway, hope you enjoy and I will explain more as time goes on.


Prologue

He watched her from the other side of the mirror. There were simply no other words that came to his mind other than the one he had in mind for her: beautiful. She sat there on the ruby colored rug laying in the middle of her bedroom floor, playing with her hair like she was five again. This thought brought another to his mind. The first time he ever saw the beautiful woman in front of him. She was seven at the time he recalled. He at the mere age of eleven. He remembered it like it was yesterday it seemed.

She had just arrived that very day. Her father had just died and Madame Giry had taken her under her wing in order for her to become a ballet girl. He recalled how sad she had looked. Her eyes had been a deeper shade of brown that day, almost black it seemed, if it were at all possible. He also recalled her little hands twisting a handkerchief into two. So much anguish was etched into her features the day he had first laid his green eyes upon her. So much pain. He knew that pain. He had felt that same pain the day he was outcaste. He knew that one day they would share their most in depth secrets to one another... one day.

He snapped out of his daydream and continued to study the woman at hand. She was finally getting up and getting ready to go to bed. She pulled back her sheets to her most common bed and slipped in, snuffing out the candle as she did so. He sighed and tore himself away from the two-way mirror, slicking back his hair as he did so.

She could never love someone who looks... like me. He thought to himself as he made his way back down the spiral staircase, back to his domicile. Back to the darkness where he would seem to forever hide.


Short, I know... but this is just the beginning, I promise. It's just an short introduction that I am somewhat not sure if I would like to use... or perhaps lengthen by adding some more detail... I must inform you I am crazy when it comes to detail with my art... but writing I am still new at. So allow me this one indulgence.