Hello, people of the world!! This is my first fic in a really long time, so
forgive any suckishness ahead. This is a songfic to Wishing You Were
Somehow Here Again, and it's sort of a reflection on Christine's
relationship with her father. Hugs and such to my fabulous beta and friend,
MrsDeppQueenObsessorGoddess!! You rock! So, that being said, enjoy
and please review!
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I would have more of a life than I do.
You were once
My one companion
You were all that mattered
During her early childhood, Christine Daae had depended on her father above all
else. So full of love and light, he fed her soul with faraway tales and haunting
melodies, playing his violin until his fingers were sore. They were, as he liked to
put it, poorer than many but happier than most. Papa Daae lived solely for the
two things he loved most in the world: his daughter and his music.
You were once
A friend and father
Then my world was shattered
He had been young. So young. Much too young and alive and free for anyone to
ever have even imagined an illness taking him like that, snuffing out that light.
Christine was shattered. She was lost completely, scattered to the winds. They
took her away to the opera house dormitories, and she didn't even protest.
Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
If I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here
In her state of numbness, Christine wasn't sure what she believed anymore.
Maybe that was why, when she first heard that voice, she latched onto it, wanting
so badly to believe that it really was a sign of her father's love enduring beyond
his death. It hurt a lot less than admitting that her fabled Angel was never
coming.
Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you
Won't help me to do
All that you dreamed I could
She missed him so much that it felt like a weight in her chest. But missing
someone doesn't bring them back. The only way to stay true to him was to listen,
and learn, and become great. To become what he always knew she had the
potential to be-a singer. A star. When she was singing, he suddenly didn't seem
so far away.
Passing bells
And sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem, for you
The wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Without him, she didn't even know what was right. She sang for him, but couldn't
help but wonder if she was really doing what he would have wanted. Suddenly,
nothing made much sense anymore.
Too many years
Fighting back tears
Why can't the past jut die?!
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye
Help me say goodbye
She was sick of it, sick of everything. The endless torment, the confusion, the not
being able to tell right from wrong. She knew, in her heart, that the only way to
loosen the hold Erik had on her was to sever the ties he, her father, had on her
heart. She had clung to him over all of these years, and it had gotten her here, in
more trouble than she could have imagined. Christine Daae stared through her
tears at her father's grave, and prayed that he could help her to let go.
So, that was my fic. Hope you liked it. Reviews are appreciated even if you didn't.