Christine had always loved her father immensely, but at this point in time his presence would have been more appreciated elsewhere. Raoul and Christine were planning to have a 'picnic' in the attic… alone, and what stood between Raoul, Christine and the attic was Christine's own dearest father. Ever since Raoul ventured into the water to fetch Christine's red scarf, they'd been inseparable, but Christine's father seemed to always get in their way.
"Father! Stop it!" Christine's voice caught as her father tickled the back of her neck. Christine's cheeks spilled red as she realized that Raoul had just witnessed one of her more… unappealing facial expressions. Of course this didn't stop Daddy Daae's tyrannical tickles from going to her neck down to her petite waist. Before she knew it Christine was on the floor, with a giggling Raoul to accompany her.
Christine and Raoul's romance was not wasted on her father. He watched as the two became closer and closer each day. He observed Raoul's gallantry when they first met, and understood that this romance could not be stalled in anyway. That was just how the world worked for him. Everything had its time, and everything happened for a good reason; he knew this in his heart. This wisdom he wished to be passed down to his daughter in the future. Of course, unfortunately that day never came.
He wasn't too surprised when Christine took Raoul's hand to run away from him. The only dilemma was the decision of whether to chase after them or not. He decided to leave them be, so as to start making their own memories without him. The loud giggles that could be heard from every part of the house were the last thought, or memory that crossed Christine's father's mind. You could say it was a peaceful ending, from his point of view at least.
Christine and Raoul's picnic had been a success. The chocolates were delicious, but the time spent together was even better. Once Christine's father had started playing his violin downstairs, they knew they'd be safe from any awkward run-ins with Daddy Daae. With no imminent awkward moments in the near future, Christine and Raoul somehow found themselves cuddling; Christine's tiny hand on Raoul's tiny chest. Somehow it felt right to them. Even then at their young age they could feel something between them.
"Did I ever tell you about The Angel of Music, Raoul?"
"No? Sounds scary."
"Not really. My father says that The Angel of Music helped him when he started to play his violin, and that he will send it to me to help me sing, and then I'll send it to you."
"I dunno, Christine. What would The Angel of Music help me with? I'm not very musical."
"That's the point, silly! The Angel of Music will make you musical!"
"… I guess."
A small silence took over the conversation until Christine sang. "And The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. It's a tune father taught me… You try it."
"The Angel of Music sings songs in my head. That's pretty."
"I know."
Time passed, as well as her father, and Christine was taken away from her Raoul. They were to become each other's childhood sweethearts in the future, and they would meet again in one of the strangest of times.