AN: Had to write this. It's so cliché and I am a big patron of cliché. It's not Raul bashing because I actually like Raul. Not that I dislike Eric. But it was up to Christine and she chose Raul so to everyone who thinks Christine and Eric should be together stop blaming Raul. That's Christine's fault... and Eric's. Yeah… had to say that.
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not making money off of it.
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He'll Always Be There
Raul woke late at night. At first he didn't understand why he was sitting up in his bed, shaking. Then he realized Christine wasn't there beside him. He strained his ears, trying to hear if she was downstairs, or in the library. But all he heard was a distant, aching melody, so soft that at first he thought he had only imagined it. But the tune seemed to burrow its way inside his head and fog his thoughts, confusing him. A melody born of the softest nights and brightest stars, he thought. A music of the night. The thought struck him has dangerous but he couldn't, in this darkness, remember why. He walked over to the nightstand and lit a candle.
Christine! He looked around wildly for her. Then he heard a door slam in the lower regions of the house. Raul snatched up the candle and dashed down the stairs, hurling himself out the back door. He saw his wife walking through the snow, barefoot yet not cold. Her skin gleamed giving her a celestial beauty, her golden hair shining. She was walking away from him towards the woods, as a sleepwalker, her place slow and measured. He ran up to her, his feet going numb and they where plunged bare into the snow. He caught her shoulders, gently. "Christine," he whispered, "Christine, come back to me."
Her eyes seamed to search from him, like a soul lost in darkness, searching for a candle. They focused on her husband's face searching for a name. "Raul." She said, "What…" she trailed off, looking around, confused. It suddenly appeared to dawn on her body that it was the middle of winter because she started shaking. "Raul, I'm cold. What's going on… why…?"
He looked at her and shook his head. "Come on, I'll take you inside." He lifted her in his arms, gently, cradling her as he remembered doing four years ago, on a roof top. When they where safely back inside, the lights had been light, and a fire started, he turned to her. "What happened?" Raul asked.
His wife shook her head in confusion. "I remember there was a melody, soft and enchanting. There was a voice calling me away… down…" she looked up at him. "I know he's not dead. I know because I can hear him. He's calling me. I told you once he would always be there. And he has been. He'll never be gone." Christine seemed both frightened and elated by the thought. "I'm sorry Raul."
He smiled. "You have nothing to be sorry for." But in his soul he felt a pang of grief and anger. He didn't understand Christine's eternal pity for Eric. "But Christine, how could he not be dead? We buried him, don't you remember?"
She shook her head. "I can't explain it Raul. I just know he'll always be there.
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AN: yeah… so… personally I think it's awful, plotless, and pretty bad writing too, so I wont be offended if you say that. But I will be offended if you don't review.