Disclaimer: I don't lay claim to Christine's thoughts nor do I claim to be
Christine. If I were Christine things would have ended very differently.
I draw inspiration from my own life for this story though. Warning: It's a
little sad.
One Last Time
Christine looked back at the opera house one last time. She knew she was safe in Raoul's protective embrace. But he could not protect her from the sadness that had seeped into her soul. Sadness that only grew stronger with each passing minute. She knew that Raoul would never allow her to return to the place that had become like a second home to her. She already missed Meg and Madame Giry. She even missed Carlotta and the managers a little. But most of all she missed her angel. Tears slowly ran down her cheeks as she pictured him all alone. Doomed to spend the rest of his life alone and forsaken. She had Raoul's love to dry her tears and warm her heart. But her dark angel had no one to comfort him and his broken heart. She knew she broke it the moment she walked out his door for the last time. To see her in another man's arms must have shattered his fragile heart. It hurt her as well to know that she would never see him again or hear his voice. And as she watched the opera house fade behind her she knew that a part of her would always be beside the lake singing along with her dark angel of music.
One Last Time
Christine looked back at the opera house one last time. She knew she was safe in Raoul's protective embrace. But he could not protect her from the sadness that had seeped into her soul. Sadness that only grew stronger with each passing minute. She knew that Raoul would never allow her to return to the place that had become like a second home to her. She already missed Meg and Madame Giry. She even missed Carlotta and the managers a little. But most of all she missed her angel. Tears slowly ran down her cheeks as she pictured him all alone. Doomed to spend the rest of his life alone and forsaken. She had Raoul's love to dry her tears and warm her heart. But her dark angel had no one to comfort him and his broken heart. She knew she broke it the moment she walked out his door for the last time. To see her in another man's arms must have shattered his fragile heart. It hurt her as well to know that she would never see him again or hear his voice. And as she watched the opera house fade behind her she knew that a part of her would always be beside the lake singing along with her dark angel of music.