A/N: I own nothing Phantom! Darn…
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Christmas in Paris
It was late; the sky was clear, snow glistening on the empty streets of the Parisian city. Erik walked down the street, his breath forming a white mist in front of his face. He looked down the main street towards the church, the warm glow from the building spreading across the cobblestone street. He could hear the children's choral voices floating towards him, singing praises to the Lord on the Holy Night.
Christmas Eve. He thought. I should be happy. I should be celebrating with a family. I should be watching my children open presents and singing around the piano with my wife… if only that life were true.
Erik pulled his coat tighter around his frame, guarding himself against the chilled night air. His pace slowed as he came towards the middle of the deserted street. He thought about walking down towards the church. He hadn't been in a church in years. His sensitive ears strained to hear the children's choir. Even from his distance, he could pick out some flat notes, but the sweet sound of the voices masked the faults. He idled for a few moments, listening to the soft melody.
Les anges dans nos campagnes
Ont entonné l'hymne des cieux
Et l'écho de nos montagnes
Redit ce chant mélodieux
Gloria in excelsis Déo!
Bergers, pour qui cette fête
Quel est l'objet de tous ces chants ?
Quel vainqueur, quelle conquête
Mérite ces cris triomphants ?
Gloria in excelsis Déo!
Il est né, le Dieu de gloire
Terre, tressaille de bonheur
Que tes hymnes de victoire
Chantent, célèbrent ton sauveur !
Gloria in excelsis Déo!
Erik thought about his own childhood momentarily, then quickly forced the thoughts out of his mind and went back to walking though Paris. He didn't want to go back to the opera house just yet. There were too many memories, mainly of Christine.
He should have been happy with her. He should have spent the rest of his life with her. But he let her go to be with the boy; to be happy.
And now he had to pay the price.
A/N: Reviews appreciated! The song I got from
http/ french. about. com/ library/ blxm-anges. htm