Roses
It had been a week since the opera populaire burned down. A week since the phantom had fled. It had been a week since I received that last rose. I was on the balcony of the church. I clutched the edge of the stone railing. I had started to feel confused and unsure... had I made the right choice. When I saw Madame Giry walk down the lane towards our house. Plastering on a fake smile I daintily walked from the balcony through side rooms, and writing rooms, living rooms and hallways. Through doorways and libraries; and even a small music room till finally I managed to get to the door.( She is wearing this outfit /pin/232709505715793885/ and she has this hair style /pin/232709505716020749/ if you don't want to look them up then she has wavy hair with curly ends and her dress is blue with a bow about knee length which would have been considered scandalous but I can see her wearing it — the dress is baby blue.)
The streetlamp at the end of the lane flickered in the wind. The darkness felt so inviting. I strolled out to meet Mrs. Giry, I wonder what was the matter. She had a stone face and in her hands I saw a rose with a black tie around it. "Mrs. De Chagny I have a letter for you too. Christine, before you open it you should know he... " I take the rose. It feels soft, he must have carved the thorns away like he always does. I can't bear to read it. She nods and goes back up the lane. I walk the path back inside with the letter unopened. It smells like a rose should smell. I reach the door to the house we are to have together and smile despite myself. I will open the letter later tonight. Once Raul has gone to bed. I couldn't bear to have him know if I am not going through with this.
Later that night
"Goodnight Raul Darling," He kissed me on the forehead and I got up out of bed. ( No they were not doing anything they were talking! Such Dirty minds! After all she hasn't become Mrs. De Chagny yet.) The library was right outside our bedroom, I took the letter from my cloak pocket and sat at the desk. The lantern lit the desk. With shaking hands I opened the letter :
Dear Christine Deaae,
If you want to see me again
Want to let me at least be your teacher... please at least give me that!
Come find me at a showing of Amor and Psyche I will be in box 5
Signed: O. G.
The fire from the lantern flickered against the rose's petals. It was a real thing of beauty the rose was. People all over the world used it to express their love for one another... even Erik favored it over all other flowers. I ran my hands along the cool green stem. No thorns, they seemed to all have gone up into my heart. Her poor Erik. She must attend, and there is no other option.